"Nothing of the sort, my boy," he said, settling back to sip his second
drink. "You were so insistent about looking for the fair Angelina
that I thought you might want to borrow a ship before we had a chance
to assign you one. The one you took had the fuse rigged as it always
is on these occasions. The fuse--not the charge--is set to explode
five seconds _after_ it is removed. I find this gives a certain
independence of mind to prospective agents who regret their manner of
departure."
"You mean--the whole thing was a frame-up?" I gurgled.
"You might say that. I prefer the term 'graduating-exercise'. This is
the time when we find out if our crooked novices really will devote the
rest of their lives to the pursuit of law and order. When they find
out, too. We don't want there to be any regrets in later years. You
found out, didn't you Jim?"
"I found out something ... I'm not quite sure what yet," I said, still
not able to talk about the one thing closest to me.
"It was a fine operation. I must say you showed a lot of imagination in
the way you carried it out." Then he frowned. "But that business with
the bank, I can't say I approve of it. The Corps has all the funds you
will need...."
"Same money," I snapped. "Where does the Corps get it? From planetary
governments. And where do they get it from? Taxes of course. So I take
it directly from the bank. The insurance company pays the bank for the
loss, then declares a smaller income that year, pays less taxes to the
government--and the result is exactly the same as your way!"
Inskipp was well acquainted with this brand of logic so didn't even
bother to answer. I still didn't want to talk about Angela.
"How did you find me?" I asked. "There was no bug on the ship."
"Simple child of nature that you are," Inskipp said, raising his
hands in feigned horror. "Do you really think that any of our ships
_aren't_ bugged? And the job done so well it cannot be detected
if you don't know where to look. For your information the apparently
solid outer door of the spacelock contains quite a complex transmitter,
strong enough for us to detect at quite a distance."
"Then why didn't I hear it?"
"For the simple reason that it wasn't broadcasting. I should add that
the door also contains a receiver. The device only transmits when it
receives the proper signal. We gave you time to reach your destination
and then followed you. We lost you for a while in Freiburbad, but
picked up your trail again in the hospital, right after you played
musical chairs with the corpses. We lent you a hand there, the hospital
was justifiably annoyed but we managed to keep them quiet. After
that it was just a matter of keeping an eye on doctors and surgical
equipment since your next move was obvious. I hope you'll be pleased to
know that you are carrying a very compact little transmitter in your
sternum."
I looked at my chest but of course saw nothing.
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