of the question. Are you insane? Be reasonable.” “Out shipping files.” “His for?” “What list of personnel aboard one of his ships.” “A Dagenham‟s eagerness revived. I can arrange. Anything else?” “Oh.” “That, “No.” it‟s a deal.” Dagenham was delighted. The ghostly blur of arose from its chair. “Then “We‟ll have you out in six hours. We‟ll start arrangements for your friend at once. It‟s a pity we wasted this time, but no one can figure you, Foyle.” didn‟t you send in a telepath to work me over?” “Why telepath? Be reasonable, Foyle. There aren‟t ten full telepaths in all the Inner Planets. Their time “A is earmarked for the next ten years. We couldn‟t persuade one to interrupt his schedule for love or money.” apologize, Dagenham. I thought you didn‟t know your business.” “I very nearly hurt my feelings.” “You I know you‟re just lying.” “Now flattering me.” “You‟re could have hired a telepath. For a cut in twenty million you could have hired one easy.” “You government would never—” “The don‟t all work for the government. No. You‟ve got something too hot to let a telepath get “They near.” The blur of light leaped across the room and seized Foyle. much do you know, Foyle? What “How are you covering? Who are you working for?” Dagenham‟s hands shook. What a fool I‟ve “Christ! been. Of course you‟re unusual. You‟re no common spaceman. I asked you: who are you working for?” Foyle tore Dagenham‟s hands away from him. one,” he said. one, except myself.” “No “No one, eh? Including your friend in Gouffre Martel you‟re so eager to rescue? By God, you almost “No swindled me, Foyle. Tell Captain Y‟ang-Yeovil I congratulate him. He‟s got a better staff than I thought.”
“Out of the question. Are you insane? Be reasonable.” “His shipping files.” “What for?” “A list of personnel aboard one of his ships.” “Oh.” Dagenham‟s eagerness revived. “That, I can arrange. Anything else?” “No.” “Then it‟s a deal.” Dagenham was delighted. The ghostly blur of arose from its chair. “We‟ll have you out in six hours. We‟ll start arrangements for your friend at once. It‟s a pity we wasted this time, but no one can figure you, Foyle.” “Why didn‟t you send in a telepath to work me over?” “A telepath? Be reasonable, Foyle. There aren‟t ten full telepaths in all the Inner Planets. Their time is earmarked for the next ten years. We couldn‟t persuade one to interrupt his schedule for love or money.” “I apologize, Dagenham. I thought you didn‟t know your business.” “You very nearly hurt my feelings.” “Now I know you‟re just lying.” “You‟re flattering me.” “You could have hired a telepath. For a cut in twenty million you could have hired one easy.” “The government would never—” “They don‟t all work for the government. No. You‟ve got something too hot to let a telepath get near.” The blur of light leaped across the room and seized Foyle. “How much do you know, Foyle? What are you covering? Who are you working for?” Dagenham‟s hands shook. “Christ! What a fool I‟ve been. Of course you‟re unusual. You‟re no common spaceman. I asked you: who are you working for?” Foyle tore Dagenham‟s hands away from him. “No one,” he said. “No one, except myself.” “No one, eh? Including your friend in Gouffre Martel you‟re so eager to rescue? By God, you almost swindled me, Foyle. Tell Captain Y‟ang-Yeovil I congratulate him. He‟s got a better staff than I thought.”
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