Sria leveled the jet at twenty thousand and they sped at eight hundred miles an hour toward the city and the spacefield just beyond it. "Do you wonder about it?" Sria asked after a while. "About what?" "The cargo." "We aren't supposed to." "I know." Sria laughed. "I'm a woman, you see." Pandit grinned at her. "Curiosity," he said. "A woman's trait on any world." Sria got up from the pilot chair but Pandit placed his hand on her shoulder and gently shoved her down again. "They have a televid unit aboard," he said, "remember?" Sria nodded. The jet sped on. They landed at the spacefield. They were the fourth jet down and one of the other three had taken off on the return leg of the flight. A Denebian Pandit had never seen before was supervising the loin-cloth garbed laborers loading the crates aboard a Denebian spaceship. With Sria he delivered their crate on the trundle-sled, returned with the sled to their jet, and took off. * * * * * Just short of four hours from the time they started they returned to the Empty Places. They had gained a little time and were the second team down. From the jet ahead of them, Raj Shiva led a puny, middle-aged co-pilot. Orkap stood in the underground storage room. Looking at his wrist chrono he said to the four Ophiuchans who came down the ramp: "You made fine time." Raj Shiva's puny companion said something, but Raj Shiva grabbed his arm and they began to load a second crate. Pandit and Sria loaded theirs in silence. They made their second round trip in four hours exactly. It was completely dark when they returned to the Empty Places. Sria was worried they would overshoot the cargo point, but Pandit brought the little jet down within a few hundred yards of its takeoff point. They could see nothing when they shut off the jet's running lights, except for the glow which came from the underground room. They reached it and went down the ramp. Pandit judged that half the crates were gone now. He took a quick tour of the dimly-lit room while Sria got the trundle-sled into position against one of the crates. "Nobody here," Pandit said in a whisper. "The Denebian must be sleeping in the sand-sled." "Yes," Sria said a little breathlessly. "I was thinking--" "What?" Sria said. "Don't stop." "If we wanted to examine one of the boxes, it would be suicide to open the one we take. But we could open one of them down here, see what it is, take another for ourselves--" "You would do this?" Sria asked him. "Why?" Pandit shrugged. "I have eyes," he said. "Our gurus did not broadcast the death-wish to outworlders until the Denebians came. Then they started. Have the Denebians sold them on the idea?" "I don't know," Sria said. "Well, let's assume they have. Why? Why would they do such a thing, Sria?" * * * * * "Let me get this straight, Pandit. First, you think the gurus actually are making the outworlders kill themselves?"