Ronny said, “I’d think so. The few times he’s been seen, all reports are of a man. And that case on the planet Mother where he put himself over as a Holy Man. He could hardly have been a woman in disguise in a Stone Age culture such as that.” Hassan said, “And this Tommy Paine has been flitting around this part of the galaxy for years, so anyone who has been here steadily for a period of even a couple of years or so, can’t be suspect.” Mouley Hassan thrust his hand into a delivery drawer and brought forth a handful of punched cards, possibly fifty in all. “Surely there’s more people than that working in this building,” Ronny protested. Mouley Hassan said, “No. I’ve eliminated already everyone who is a citizen of New Delos. Obviously, Tommy Paine is an alien. We have only forty-eight Earthlings and other United Planets citizens working here.” He carried the cards to a small collator and worked for a moment on its controls, as Tog and Ronny watched him with mounting tension. “Let’s see,” he muttered. “We eliminate all women, all those less than forty, all who haven’t done a great deal of travel, those who have been here for several years.” The end of it was that they eliminated everyone employed in the UP building. The cards were stacked back on Mouley Hassan’s desk again, and the three of them sat around and looked glumly at them. Ronny said, “He’s tinkered with the files. He counterfeited fake papers for himself, or something. Possibly he’s pulled his own card and it isn’t in this stack you have.” Mouley Hassan said, “We’ll double-check all those possibilities, but you’re wrong. Possibly a few hundred years ago, but not today. Forgery and counterfeiting are things of the past. And, believe me, the Bureau of Investigation and especially Section G, may look on the slipshod side, but they aren’t. We’re not going to find anything wrong with those cards. Tommy Paine simply is not working for UP on New Delos.” “Then,” Ronny said, “there’s only one alternative. He’s on this UP ship going to, what was the name of its destination?” “Avalon,” Mouley Hassan said, his face thoughtful. Tog said, “Do you have any ideas on the men aboard?” Mouley Hassan said, “There were four crew men, and six of our agents.” Tog said, “Unless one of them has faked papers, the six agents are eliminated. That leaves the crew members. Do you know anything about them?” Hassan shook his head. Ronny said, “Let’s communicate with Avalon. Tell our representatives there to be sure that none of the occupants of that ship leaves Avalon until we get there.” Mouley Hassan said, “Good idea.” He turned to his screen and said into it, “Section G, Bureau of Investigation, on the Planet Avalon.” In moment the screen lit up. An elderly agent, as Section G agents seemed to go, looked up at them.