'What?'
'If all the machinery we've seen came on the thing that looks like a blister-probably from the CLO, I guess-how did it all fit?'
Pat opened her mouth to answer, and then closed it again. Obviously it was a hard question. The amount of unfamiliar gadgetry in Starlab could easily have filled a dozen objects the size of the blister. Some of them were far too large to have been squeezed through the space traced on the wall, as well.
'I don't know,' she said at last. 'Maybe-'
But whatever the 'maybe' was going to be, Dannerman never heard it. She stopped in midsentence, turning toward a sound that came from one of the corridor openings; and so did Dannerman, his hand on his twenty- shot.
What appeared in the corridor wasn't an alien. It was General Martin Delasquez-who also had his hand on his gun, and a look of alarm on his face.
His expression cleared. 'Oh, it's only you,' he said. 'I thought it might be whatever's been eating the corpse.'
'The corpse?' Dannerman repeated.
'The dead astronomer, Manny something? I found his body.'
'Well, that's not so surprising; we knew that he died here, so his body had to be somewhere around.'
'Sure you did. But did you also know that his head was missing?
Rats,' Rosaleen Artzybachova informed them. 'A headless corpse? Of course it is rats. They go wherever human beings go. It is not surprising that some managed to get aboard Starlab somewhere along the line, or that they would mutilate a corpse.'
'And then disappear,' Jimmy Lin suggested sardonically.
'And then die of starvation,' she corrected him, 'or of plague, or whatever. Or possibly they have not disappeared at all but are still aboard. Rats are excellent at avoiding attention.'
'But-' Pat began, unconvinced.
'But,' Rosaleen overrode her, 'in any case they are not our problem. Our problem is merely to detach some of these artifacts and stow them on the Clipper.'
Pat nibbled her lower lip in silence. Martin Delasquez, looking at the single cobalt-colored metal lever that Rosaleen had so far detached, said, 'You aren't doing very well at that, are you?'
Rosaleen Artzybachova swung around to confront him. 'You have some criticism? Would you like to do this yourself? No? That does not surprise me. It is much easier for someone like you to complain than to try to understand how these things are interconnected, or what will happen if we separate them.'
'But someone like me,' Delasquez said, 'does not claim to be an expert on instrumentation. You do, do you not? Isn't that why you are here?'
'I'm earning my way,' Rosaleen said grimly. 'And I'm not getting paid for my services twice.'
Delasquez looked insulted. 'Are you referring to the gems I was given? But those were not for me! They were to make it possible to get clearance on such short notice for this flight.'
The quarrel distracted Pat Adcock from her thoughts of corpse-eating creatures. 'Oh, hell,' she said, 'what are you fighting about? There's plenty to go around, just as we agreed.'
Jimmy Lin cleared his throat. 'I think not,' he said politely. 'You know what I think, Pat? I think we're going to have to re-figure all that.'
'The hell with that!' she said sharply. 'We made a deal, and we're sticking to it. Remember, Starlab's my satellite! Well, the observatory's,' she qualified, 'but as far as you're concerned that's the same thing. Starlab was built and launched with my uncle's money, so it's private property. Mine.'
Lin gave her a long, bland look. Then he shrugged-not in the manner of someone who is convinced, only in the manner of someone who has decided not to pursue the question for the moment.
However, Dannerman decided as he watched the squabble, Lin was not going to put it off forever. Then there was General Delasquez, silently listening. He was another who was presumably looking forward to renegotiating their arrangements.
Pat Adcock was taking charge. 'Right, then. Rosaleen, what do you think? How long will it take you to get this stuff detached?'
'First I have to figure out what it is, Pat.'
'Well, damn it, do it!'
The old lady pursed her lips. 'I kind of agree with Jimmy,' she said. 'Why don't we talk about how we're going to split it up?
'Rosaleen! Not you, too!' Pat bit her lip, then surrendered. 'All right. We can settle this after we land. What we have to do now is pick out the likeliest items and shift them to the Clipper. When we land in California I've got a crew-' Rosaleen interrupted her sharply. 'California?' Pat said apologetically, 'I'm sorry I didn't tell you before, Rosie. We couldn't go back to the Cape, though, could we? The vultures would be waiting to snatch it all away. Anyway, it's all arranged. I've got a crew and a chopper waiting in California. We'll offload as fast as we can and get the stuff to a safe place, and then-'
'We're not landing in California,' General Delasquez said.
'Damn it, Martin! You agreed!'
'I have reconsidered the question. We will return to the Cape.'
Dannerman sighed softly, because he knew what was coming. The four of them were regarding each other like stray tomcats, paying no attention at all to him.
Pat gave the general a sour look. 'Don't be foolish. The arrangements are all made,' she said crossly.
Delasquez shook his head. 'No. I have also made arrangements. The State of Florida can make good use of this technology. We have suffered under Yanqui tyranny long enough; with this we can have full independence at last.'
With the gun in his hand Dannerman spoke up. 'And a little something extra for you personally, Martin?' he inquired politely.
That was when it all got rough. Delasquez fumbled for his own gun, tangled in the incongruous gilt-leather holster. Jimmy Lin was also reaching for something, no doubt a weapon of his own, but he didn't get very far. Rosaleen was perched just behind him, still holding the rod of blue metal; she didn't stop to speak but swung it and caught Lin on the side of the head.
'Oh, no, you must not,' said a new voice.
Dannerman barely registered the fact that the voice was unfamiliar; he had Delasquez in the sights of his twenty-shot.
Then there was something like a flash-a tingle-a sudden sense of falling, and the weapon never did get fired.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Dan
A while later-he had no idea quite how long it had been- Dannerman blinked and opened his eyes. The other four were stirring around him, and they all looked bewildered. They were in the Clipper, though Dannerman didn't remember going there. He had a recollection of his gun being in his hand, though he wasn't sure why. He glanced hastily around, in case it was floating in the nearby air. It wasn't. He observed General Delasquez looking around in the same befuddled way, and, beyond him, Jimmy Lin, looking perturbed as he rubbed the side of his head. 'What the hell happened?' he asked.
Rosaleen Artzybachova said shakily, 'I think I must have had a touch of micro-G vertigo.'
It looked to Dannerman as though they all had. Everyone seemed dazed, and Pat was weeping softly. 'All for nothing,' she whimpered. 'Hell.'
Jimmy Lin said pensively, 'Bad enough there wasn't any of that alien technology; even Starlab's own equipment
