"A fat lot I had to do with it!" Gefty leaned forward suddenly, switched
on the transmitter. "And now let's pick up a live newscast. There's
something else I ..."
His voice trailed off. The transmitter screen lit up with a blurred
jumble of print, colors, a muttering of voices, music and noises. Gefty
twisted a dial. The screen cleared, showed a newscast headline sheet.
Gefty blinked at it, glanced sideways at Kerim, grimaced.
"The something else," he said, his voice a little strained, "was
something I was also worried about. Looks like I was more or less
right."
"Why, what's wrong?"
"Nothing really bad," Gefty assured her. He added, "I think. But take a
look at the Federation dateline."