"Miss Meuhl," Retief said, "I want you to listen carefully to what I'm
going to tell you. I have to move rapidly now, to catch the Groaci off
guard."
"I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about," Miss Meuhl snapped,
her eyes sharp behind the heavy lenses.
"If you'll listen, you may find out," Retief said. "I have no time
to waste, Miss Meuhl. They won't be expecting an immediate move--I
hope--and that may give me the latitude I need."
"You're still determined to make an issue of that incident!" Miss
Meuhl snorted. "I really can hardly blame the Groaci. They are not a
sophisticated race; they had never before met aliens."
"You're ready to forgive a great deal, Miss Meuhl. But it's not what
happened nine years ago I'm concerned with. It's what's happening now.
I've told you that it was only a lifeboat the Groaci have hidden out.
Don't you understand the implication? That vessel couldn't have come
far. The cruiser itself must be somewhere near by. I want to know
where!"
"The Groaci don't know. They're a very cultured, gentle people. You can
do irreparable harm to the reputation of Terrestrials if you insist--"
"That's my decision," Retief said. "I have a job to do and we're
wasting time." He crossed the room to his desk, opened a drawer and
took out a slim-barreled needler.
"This office is being watched. Not very efficiently, if I know the
Groaci. I think I can get past them all right."
"Where are you going with ... that?" Miss Meuhl stared at the needler.
"What in the world--"
"The Groaci won't waste any time destroying every piece of paper in
their files relating to this thing. I have to get what I need before
it's too late. If I wait for an official Inquiry Commission, they'll
find nothing but blank smiles."
"You're out of your mind!" Miss Meuhl stood up, quivering with
indignation. "You're like a ... a...."
"You and I are in a tight spot, Miss Meuhl. The logical next move for
the Groaci is to dispose of both of us. We're the only ones who know
what happened. Fith almost did the job this afternoon, but I bluffed
him out--for the moment."
Miss Meuhl emitted a shrill laugh. "Your fantasies are getting the
better of you," she gasped. "In danger, indeed! Disposing of me! I've
never heard anything so ridiculous."
"Stay in this office. Close and safe-lock the door. You've got food and
water in the dispenser. I suggest you stock up, before they shut the
supply down. Don't let anyone in, on any pretext whatever. I'll keep in
touch with you via hand-phone."
"What are you planning to do?"
"If I don't make it back here, transmit the sealed record of this
afternoon's conversation, along with the information I've given you.
Beam it through on a mayday priority. Then tell the Groaci what you've
done and sit tight. I think you'll be all right. It won't be easy to
blast in here and anyway, they won't make things worse by killing you.
A force can be here in a week."
"I'll do nothing of the sort! The Groaci are very fond of me! You ...
Johnny-come-lately! Roughneck! Setting out to destroy--"
"Blame it on me if it will make you feel any better," Retief said, "but
don't be fool enough to trust them." He pulled on a cape, opened the
door.
"I'll be back in a couple of hours," he said. Miss Meuhl stared after
him silently as he closed the door.
* * * * *
It was an hour before dawn when Retief keyed the combination to the
safe-lock and stepped into the darkened consular office. He looked
tired.
Miss Meuhl, dozing in a chair, awoke with a start. She looked at
Retief, rose and snapped on a light, turned to stare.
"What in the world--Where have you been? What's happened to your
clothing?"
"I got a little dirty. Don't worry about it." Retief went to his desk,
opened a drawer and replaced the needler.
"Where have you been?" Miss Meuhl demanded. "I stayed here--"
"I'm glad you did," Retief said. "I hope you piled up a supply of food
and water from the dispenser, too. We'll be holed up here for a week,
at least." He jotted figures on a pad. "Warm up the official sender. I
have a long transmission for Regional Headquarters."
"Are you going to tell me where you've been?"
"I have a message to get off first, Miss Meuhl," Retief said sharply.
"I've been to the Foreign Ministry," he added. "I'll tell you all about
it later."
"At this hour? There's no one there...."
"Exactly."
Miss Meuhl gasped. "You mean you broke in? You burgled the Foreign
Office?"
"That's right," Retief said calmly. "Now--"
"This is absolutely the end!" Miss Meuhl said. "Thank heaven I've
already--"
"Get that sender going, woman!" Retief snapped. "This is important."
"I've already done so, Mr. Retief!" Miss Meuhl said harshly. "I've been
waiting for you to come back here...." She turned to the communicator,
flipped levers. The screen snapped aglow, and a wavering long-distance
image appeared.
"He's here now," Miss Meuhl said to the screen. She looked at Retief
triumphantly.
"That's good," Retief said. "I don't think the Groaci can knock us off
the air, but--"
"I have done my duty, Mr. Retief," Miss Meuhl said. "I made a full
report to Regional Headquarters last night, as soon as you left this
office. Any doubts I may have had as to the rightness of that decision
have been completely dispelled by what you've just told me."
Retief looked at her levelly. "You've been a busy girl, Miss Meuhl. Did
you mention the six Terrestrials who were killed here?"
"That had no bearing on the matter of your wild behavior! I must say,
in all my years in the Corps, I've never encountered a personality less
suited to diplomatic work."
* * * * *
The screen crackled, the ten-second transmission lag having elapsed.
"Mr. Retief," the face on the screen said, "I am Counsellor Pardy,
DSO-1, Deputy Under-secretary for the region. I have received a
report on your conduct which makes it mandatory for me to relieve you
administratively, vice Miss Yolanda Meuhl, DAO-9. Pending the findings
of a Board of Inquiry, you will--"
Retief reached out and snapped off the communicator. The triumphant
look faded from Miss Meuhl's face.
"Why, what is the meaning--"
"If I'd listened any longer, I might have heard something I couldn't
ignore. I can't afford that, at this moment. Listen, Miss Meuhl,"
Retief went on earnestly, "I've found the missing cruiser."
"You heard him relieve you!"
"I heard him say he was _going_ to, Miss Meuhl. But until I've heard
and acknowledged a verbal order, it has no force. If I'm wrong, he'll
get my resignation. If I'm right, that suspension would be embarrassing
all around."
"You're defying lawful authority! I'm in charge here now." Miss Meuhl
stepped to the local communicator.
"I'm going to report this terrible thing to the Groaci at once, and
offer my profound--"
"Don't touch that screen," Retief said. "You go sit in that corner
where I can keep an eye on you. I'm going to make a sealed tape for
transmission to Headquarters, along with a call for an armed task
force. Then we'll settle down to wait."
Retief ignored Miss Meuhl's fury as he spoke into the recorder.
The local communicator chimed. Miss Meuhl jumped up, staring at it.
"Go ahead," Retief said. "Answer it."
A Groacian official appeared on the screen.
"Yolanda Meuhl," he said without preamble, "for the Foreign Minister of
the Groacian Autonomy, I herewith accredit you as Terrestrial Consul
to Groac, in accordance with the advices transmitted to my government
direct from the Terrestrial Headquarters. As consul, you are requested
to make available for questioning Mr. J. Retief, former consul, in
connection with the assault on two peace keepers and illegal entry into
the offices of the Ministry for Foreign Affairs."
"Why, why," Miss Meuhl stammered. "Yes, of course. And I do want to
express my deepest regrets--"
* * * * *
Retief rose, went to the communicator, assisted Miss Meuhl aside.
"Listen carefully, Fith," he said. "Your bluff has been called. You
don't come in and we don't come out. Your camouflage worked for nine
years, but it's all over now. I suggest you keep your heads and resist
the temptation to make matters worse than they are."
"Miss Meuhl," Fith said, "a peace squad waits outside your consulate.
It is clear you are in the hands of a dangerous lunatic. As always, the
Groaci wish only friendship with the Terrestrials, but--"
"Don't bother," Retief said. "You know what was in those files I looked
over this morning."
Retief turned at a sound behind him. Miss Meuhl was at the door,
reaching for the safe-lock release....
"Don't!" Retief jumped--too late.
The door burst inward. A crowd of crested Groaci pressed into the room,
pushed Miss Meuhl back, aimed scatter guns at Retief. Police Chief
Shluh pushed forward.
"Attempt no violence, Terrestrial," he said. "I cannot promise to
restrain my men."
"You're violating Terrestrial territory, Shluh," Retief said steadily.
"I suggest you move back out the same way you came in."
"I invited them here," Miss Meuhl spoke up. "They are here at my
express wish."
"Are they? Are you sure you meant to go this far, Miss Meuhl? A squad
of armed Groaci in the consulate?"
"You are the consul, Miss Yolanda Meuhl," Shluh said. "Would it not be
best if we removed this deranged person to a place of safety?"
"You're making a serious mistake, Shluh," Retief said.
"Yes," Miss Meuhl said. "You're quite right, Mr. Shluh. Please escort
Mr. Retief to his quarters in this building--"
"I don't advise you to violate my diplomatic immunity, Fith," Retief
said.
"As chief of mission," Miss Meuhl said quickly, "I hereby waive
immunity in the case of Mr. Retief."
Shluh produced a hand recorder. "Kindly repeat your statement, Madam,
officially," he said. "I wish no question to arise later."
"Don't be a fool, woman," Retief said. "Don't you see what you're
letting yourself in for? This would be a hell of a good time for you to
figure out whose side you're on."
"I'm on the side of common decency!"
"You've been taken in. These people are concealing--"
"You think all women are fools, don't you, Mr. Retief?" She turned to
the police chief and spoke into the microphone he held up.
"That's an illegal waiver," Retief said. "I'm consul here, whatever
rumors you've heard. This thing's coming out into the open, whatever
you do. Don't add violation of the Consulate to the list of Groacian
atrocities."
"Take the man," Shluh said.
* * * * *
Two tall Groaci came to Retief's side, guns aimed at his chest.
"Determined to hang yourselves, aren't you?" Retief said. "I hope you
have sense enough not to lay a hand on this poor fool here." He jerked
a thumb at Miss Meuhl. "She doesn't know anything. I hadn't had time to
tell her yet. She thinks you're a band of angels."
The cop at Retief's side swung the butt of his scatter-gun, connected
solidly with Retief's jaw. Retief staggered against a Groacian, was
caught and thrust upright, blood running down onto his shirt. Miss
Meuhl yelped. Shluh barked at the guard in shrill Groacian, then turned
to stare at Miss Meuhl.
"What has this man told you?"
"I--nothing. I refused to listen to his ravings."
"He said nothing to you of some ... alleged ... involvement?"
"I've told you!" Miss Meuhl said sharply. She looked at the blood on
Retief's shirt.
"He told me nothing," she whispered. "I swear it."
"Let it lie, boys," Retief said. "Before you spoil that good
impression."
Shluh looked at Miss Meuhl for a long moment. Then he turned.
"Let us go," he said. He turned back to Miss Meuhl. "Do not leave this
building until further advice," he said.
"But ... I am the Terrestrial consul!"
"For your safety, madam. The people are aroused at the beating of
Groacian nationals by an ... alien."
"So long, Meuhlsie," Retief said. "You played it real foxy."
"You'll ... lock him in his quarters?" Miss Meuhl said.
"What is done with him is now a Groacian affair, Miss Meuhl. You
yourself have withdrawn the protection of your government."
"I didn't mean--"
"Don't start having second thoughts," Retief said. "They can make you
miserable."
"I had no choice," Miss Meuhl said. "I had to consider the best
interest of the Service."
"My mistake, I guess," Retief said. "I was thinking of the best
interests of a Terrestrial cruiser with three hundred men aboard."
"Enough," Shluh said. "Remove this criminal." He gestured to the peace
keepers.
"Move along," he said to Retief. He turned to Miss Meuhl.
"A pleasure to deal with you, Madam."