Pottawatomie Creek's bridge, since leaving Congo. Nor was he given any opportunity to make visual observations during the crossing from Pottawatomie to your vessel. This-' he raised one hand, waving it at the panoramic view from the observation dome '-is the first time he's actually had a look at anything which could be remotely construed as sensitive information.'
'For what it's worth, Duchess,' Cachat said, meeting her eyes steadily, his right hand resting lightly in his lap, 'Captain Zilwicki is telling you the truth. And while I'll confess that I was very tempted to attempt to hack into Pottawatomie Creek's information systems and steal the information I'd promised him I wouldn't, I was able to suppress the temptation quite easily. He and Princess Ruth are both accomplished hackers; I'm not. I have to rely on other people to do that for me, and none of those other people happen to be along this time. If I'd tried, I would have bungled it and gotten myself caught. In which case I would have gotten no information and destroyed a valuable professional relationship. For that matter, my knowledge of naval matters in general is... limited. I know a lot more than the average layman, but not enough to make any worthwhile observations. Certainly not relying on what I can see from the outside.'
Honor leaned back slightly, gazing at him thoughtfully. It was obvious from his emotions that he had no idea she could actually taste him. And it was equally obvious he was telling the truth. Just as it was obvious he actually expected to be detained, probably jailed. And-
'Officer Cachat,' she said, 'I really wish you would deactivate whatever suicide device you have in your right hip pocket.'
Cachat stiffened, eyes widening in the first sign of genuine shock he'd given, and Honor raised her right hand quickly as she heard the snapping whisper of Spencer Hawke's pulser coming out of its holster.
'Calmly, Spencer,' she told the young man who had replaced Andrew LaFollet, never looking away from Cachat herself. 'Calmly! Officer Cachat doesn't want to hurt anyone else. But I'd feel much more comfortable if you weren't quite so ready to kill yourself, Officer Cachat. It's rather hard to concentrate on what someone's telling you when you're wondering whether or not he's going to poison himself or blow both of you up at the end of the next sentence.'
Cachat sat very, very still. Then he snorted-a harsh, abrupt sound, nonetheless edged with genuine humor- and looked at Zilwicki.
'I owe you a case of beer, Anton.'
'Told you so.' Zilwicki shrugged. 'And now, Mr. Super Secret Agent, would you please turn that damned thing off? Ruth and Berry would both murder me if I let you kill yourself. And I don't even want to think about what Thandi would do to me!'
'Coward.'
Cachat looked back at Honor, head cocked slightly to one side, then smiled a bit crookedly.
'I've heard a great deal about you, Duchess Harrington. We have extensive dossiers on you, and I know Admiral Theisman and Admiral Foraker both think highly of you. If you're prepared to give me your word-your word, not the word of a Manticoran aristocrat or an officer in the Manticoran Navy, but Honor Harrington's word-that you won't detain me or attempt to force information out of me, I'll disarm my device.'
'I suppose I really ought to point out to you that even if I give you my word, that doesn't guarantee someone else won't grab you if they figure out who you are.'
'You're right.' He thought for a moment longer, then shrugged. 'Very well, give me Steadholder Harrington's word.'
'Oh, very good, Officer Cachat!' Honor chuckled as Hawke stiffened in outrage. 'You have studied my file, haven't you?'
'And the nature of Grayson's political structure,' Cachat agreed. 'It's got to be the most antiquated, unfair, elitist, theocratic, aristocratic leftover from the dustbin of history on this side of the explored galaxy. But a Grayson's word is inviolable, and a Grayson steadholder has the authority to grant protection to anyone, anywhere, under any circumstances.'
'And if I do, I'm bound-both by tradition and honor and by law-to see to it you get it.'
'Precisely... Steadholder Harrington.'
'Very well, Officer Cachat. You have Steadholder Harrington's guarantee of your personal safety and return to Pottawatomie Creek. And, while I'm being so free with my guarantees, I'll also guarantee Eighth Fleet won't blow Pottawatomie Creek out of space as soon as you're 'safely' back aboard.'
'Thank you,' Cachat said, and reached into his pocket. He carefully extracted a small device and activated a virtual keyboard. His fingers twiddled for a moment, entering a complex code, and then he tossed the device to Zilwicki.
'I'm sure everyone will feel happier if you hang onto that, Anton.'
'Thandi certainly will,' Zilwicki replied, and slid the disarmed device into his own pocket.
'And now, Captain Zilwicki,' Honor said, 'I believe you were about to explain just what brings you and Officer Cachat to visit me?'
'Your Grace,' Zilwicki's body seemed to incline towards Honor without actually moving, 'we' know Queen Elizabeth and her government hold the Republic of Haven responsible for the attempt on my daughter's life. And I trust you'll remember how my wife was killed, and that I have no more reason to love Haven than the next man. Rather less, in fact.
'Having said that, however, I have to tell you that I, personally, am completely satisfied Haven had nothing at all to do with the assassination attempt on Torch.'
Honor gazed at Zilwicki for several seconds without speaking. Her expression was merely thoughtful, and then she leaned back and crossed her long legs.
'That's a very interesting assertion, Captain. And, I can tell, one you believe to be accurate. For that matter, interestingly enough, Officer Cachat believes it to be accurate. That, of course, doesn't necessarily make it true.'
'No, Your Grace, it doesn't,' Zilwicki said slowly, and Honor tasted both of her visitors' burning curiosity as to how she could be so confident-and accurately so-about what they believed.
'All right,' she said. 'Suppose you begin, Captain, by telling me why you believe it wasn't a Havenite operation?'
'First, because it would be a particularly stupid thing for the Republic to have done,' Zilwicki said promptly. 'Leaving aside the minor point that being caught would be disastrous for Haven's interstellar reputation, it was the one thing guaranteed to derail the summit conference they'd proposed. And coupled with the Webster assassination, it would have been the equivalent of taking out pop-up ads in every 'fax in the galaxy that said 'Look, we did it! Aren't we nasty people?''
The massive Gryphon highlander snorted like a particularly irate boar and shook his head.
'I've had some experience with the Havenite intelligence establishment, especially in the last couple of years. Its current management is a lot smarter than that. For that matter, not even Oscar Saint-Just would have been arrogant enough-and stupid enough-to try something like that!'
'Perhaps not. But, if you'll forgive me, all of that is based purely on your reconstruction of what people ought to have been smart enough to recognize. It's logical, I'll admit. But logic, especially when human beings are involved, is often no more than a way to go wrong with confidence. I'm sure you're familiar with the advice 'Never ascribe to malice what you can put down to incompetence.' Or, in this case perhaps, stupidity.'
'Agreed,' Zilwicki said. 'However, there's also the fact that I'm rather deeply tapped into Havenite intelligence operations in and around Congo.' He bobbed his head at Cachat. 'The intelligence types operating there and in Erewhon are fully aware that they don't want to tangle with the Audubon Ballroom. Or, for that matter, with all due modesty, with me. And the Republic of Haven is fully aware of how Torch and the Ballroom would react if it turned out Haven was actually responsible for the murder of Berry, Ruth, and Thandi Palane. Believe me. If they'd wanted to avoid meeting with Elizabeth, they would simply have called the summit off. They wouldn't have tried to sabotage it this way. And if they had tried to sabotage it this way, Ruth, Jeremy, Thandi, and I would have known about it ahead of time.'
'So you're telling me that in addition to your analysis of all the logical reasons for them not to have done it, your own security arrangements would have alerted you to any attempt on Haven's part?'
'I can't absolutely guarantee that, obviously. I believe it to have been true, however.'
'I see.'
