Hendley had no answer. The Freeman's casual acceptance of equally casual crime was another shock. Yet he could not argue with the simple assertion that freedom did not admit arbitrary external controls, even those guaranteeing order and safety. But perhaps--he grasped the young man's passing reference with a kind of desperation--such methods as group pressure, ostracism, some form of social coercion did work. They must. Otherwise.... "You have a lot to learn," the young man said. "I guess I have," Hendley said, shaking his head. "Tell me," the other said abruptly. "That red emblem on your sleeve--it means you're a visitor, doesn't it?" "Yes. I was told no one would know." "I guessed. I've seen that emblem before, always on strangers. And they've always disappeared quickly. It wasn't hard to figure out. How long are you here for?" "Just till noon tomorrow." "You need someone to show you around, give you the guided tour. Someone to help you keep things in perspective." Hendley was not sure whether or not the diffident remark was an offer. "I'll admit I wasn't very well briefed," he said. "The Morale Investigator who got me this visiting privilege didn't tell me much." "Of course not," the Freeman said. "They don't know." "What do you mean?" "Just that. Few outsiders are allowed in here. There aren't as many exceptions as you might think. Chances are your Investigator doesn't know anything more about freedom than you did before you came here. He only knows what it's supposed to be." "But there are official personnel right here who aren't free--in the administration building, for instance." "They're not allowed into the camp proper. They can't even see into it. And the underground service facilities are connected only to windowless buildings on the surface. But just to make sure, those people are all on life tenure here. They're 1-Daymen without much time to go, and they don't go back to the cities." The young man's lips curved in a reflective smile. "Funny, isn't it? The whole Organization is dedicated to getting into a Freeman Camp, but no one outside has any idea what it's really like." He laughed outright. "We did have a kind of official tour once--before the Merger. Bunch of Easterners being given the high level treatment. We all put on a good show for them. But they didn't see what it's _really_ like. You've got to know your way around for that." "I guess you know your way around." "I ought to. I've never been out." "Never?" Hendley exclaimed, startled. "I was born here."