"So the old man got through," said Raynor Three, with a low whistle. "But that's not safe. Quick, give them to me, Bart." "The Lhari have them." Raynor One walked to the window and said in his deadpan voice, "It's useless. But get the kid out of here before they come looking for me. Look." He pointed. Below them, the streets were alive with uniformed Lhari and Mentorians. Bart felt sick. "If they had the same efficiency with red tape that we humans have, he'd never have made it this far." Raynor Three actually smiled. "But you can count on them for that much inefficiency," he said, and his eyes twinkled for a moment at Bart. "That's how it was so easy to work the old double-shuffle trick on them. They had Steele's description but not his name, so Briscoe took Steele's papers and managed to slip through. Once they landed on Earth, they had the Steele _names_, but by the time that cleared, you were outbound with another set of papers. It may have confused them, because they knew _David_ Briscoe was dead--and there was just a chance you were an innocent bystander who could raise a real row if they pulled you in. Did old Briscoe get away?" "No," Bart said, harshly, "he's dead." Raynor Three's mobile face held shocked sadness. "Two brave men," he said softly, "Edmund Briscoe the father, David Briscoe the son. Remember the name, Bart, because I won't remember it." "Why not?" Raynor Three gave him a gold-glinting, enigmatic glance. "I'm a Mentorian, remember? I'm good at not remembering things. Just be glad I remember Rupert Steele. If you'd been a few days later, I wouldn't have remembered him, though I promised to wait for you." Raynor One demanded, "Get him _out_ of here, Three!" Raynor Three swung to Bart. "Put that on again." He indicated the Mentorian cloak. "Pull the hood right up over your head. Now, if we meet anyone, say a polite good afternoon in Lhari--you _can_ speak Lhari?--and leave the rest of the talking to me." Bart felt like cringing as they came out into the street full of Lhari; but Raynor Three whispered, "Attack is the best defense," and went up to one of the Lhari. "What's going on, _rieko mori_?" "A passenger on the ship got away without going through Decontam. He may spread disease, so of course we have alerted all authorities," the Lhari said. As the Lhari strode past, Raynor Three grimaced. "Clever, that. Now the whole planet will be hunting for any stranger, worrying themselves into fits about some unauthorized germ. We'd better get you to a safe place. My country house is a good way off, but I have a copter." Bart demanded, as they climbed in, "Are you taking me to my father?" "Wait till we get to my place," Raynor Three said, taking the controls and putting the machine in the air. "Just lean back and enjoy the trip, huh?"