Double Star

«But what? I don't get it. Here you chaps have been working and scheming for years to bring about this very thing. Now you've won — and you look like a bride who isn't sure she wants to go through with it. Why? The no- good-nicks are out and now God's chillun get their innings. No?»

«Uh — you haven't been in politics much.»

«You know I haven't. I got trimmed when I ran for patrol leader in my scout troop. That cured me.»

«Well, you see, timing is everything.»

«So my father always told me. Look here, Rog, do I gather that if you had your druthers you'd druther Quiroga was still in office? You said he had “jumped the gun.”»

«Let me explain. What we really wanted was to move a vote of confidence and win it, and thereby force a general election on them — but at our own time, when we estimated that we could win the election.»

«Oh. And you don't figure you can win now? You think Quiroga will go back into office for another five years — or at least the Humanity Party will?»

Clifton looked thoughtful. «No, I think our chances are pretty good to win the election.»

«Eh? Maybe I'm not awake yet. Don't you want to win?»

«Of course. But don't you see what this resignation has done to us?»

«I guess I don't.»

«Well, the government in power can order a general election at any time up to the constitutional limitation of five years. Ordinarily they will go to the people when the time seems most favorable to them. But they don't resign between the announcement and the election unless forced to. You follow me?»

I realized that the event did seem odd, little attention as I paid to politics. «I believe so.»

«But in this case Quiroga's government scheduled a general election, then resigned in a body, leaving the Empire without a government. Therefore the sovereign must call on someone else to form a “caretaker” government to serve until the election. By the letter of the law he can ask any member of the Grand Assembly, but as a matter of strict constitutional precedent he has no choice. When a government resigns in a body — not just reshuffling portfolios but quits as a whole — then the sovereign must call on the leader of the opposition to form the “caretaker” government. It's indispensable to our system; it keeps resigning from being just a gesture. Many other methods have been tried in the past; under some of them governments were changed as often as underwear. But our present system insures responsible government.»

I was so busy trying to see the implications that I almost missed his next remark. «So, naturally, the Emperor has summoned Mr. Bonforte to New Batavia.»

«Eh? New Batavia? Well!» I was thinking that I had never seen the Imperial capital. The one time I had been on the Moon the vicissitudes of my profession had left me without time or money for the side trip. «Then that is why we got under way? Well, I certainly don't mind. I suppose you can always find a way to send me home if the Tommie doesn't go back to Earth soon.»

«What? Good heavens, don't worry about that now. When the time comes, Captain Broadbent can find any number of ways to deliver you home.»

«Sorry. I forget that you have more important matters on your mind, Rog. Sure, I'm anxious to get home now that the job is done. But a few days, or even a month, on Luna would not matter. I have nothing pressing me. But thanks for taking time to tell me the news.» I searched his face. «Rog, you look worried as hell.»

«Don't you see? The Emperor has sent for Mr. Bonforte. The Emperor, man! And Mr. Bonforte is in no shape to appear at an audience. They have risked a gambit — and perhaps trapped us in a checkmate!»

«Eh? Now wait a minute. Slow up. I see what you are driving at — but, look, friend, we aren't at New Batavia. We're a hundred million miles away, or two hundred million, or whatever it is. Doc Capek will have him wrung out and ready to speak his piece by then. Won't he?»

«Well — we hope so.»

«But you aren't sure?»

«We can't be sure. Capek says that there is little clinical data on such massive doses. It depends on the individual's body chemistry and on the exact drug used.»

I suddenly remembered a time when an understudy had slipped me a powerful purgative just before a performance. (But I went on anyhow, which proves the superiority of mind over matter — then I got him fired.) «Rog — they gave him that last, unnecessarily big dose not just out of simple sadism — but to set up this situation!»

«I think so. So does Capek.»

«Hey! In that case it would mean that Quiroga himself is the man behind the kidnapping — and that we've had a gangster running the Empire!»

Rog shook his head. «Not necessarily. Not even probably. But it would indeed mean that the same forces who control the Actionists also control the machinery of the Humanity Party. But you will never pin anything on them; they are unreachable, ultra-respectable. Nevertheless, they could send word to Quiroga that the time had come to roll over and play dead — and have him do it. Almost certainly,» he added, «without giving him a hint of the real reason why the moment was timely.»

«Criminy! Do you mean to tell me that the top man in the Empire would fold up and quit, just like that? Because somebody behind the scenes ordered him to?»

«I'm afraid that is just what I do think.»

I shook my head. «Politics is a dirty game!»

«No,» Clifton answered insistently. «There is no such thing as a dirty game. But you sometimes run into dirty players.»

«I don't see the difference.»

«There is a world of difference. Quiroga is a third-rater and a stooge — in my opinion, a stooge for villains. But there is nothing third-rate about John Joseph Bonforte and he has never,ever been a stooge for anyone. As a follower, he believed in the cause; as the leader, he has led from conviction!»

«I stand corrected,» I said humbly. «Well, what do we do? Have Dak drag his feet so that the Tommie does not reach New Batavia until he is back in shape to do the job?»

«We can't stall. We don't have to boost at more than one gravity; nobody would expect a man Bonforte's age to place unnecessary strain on his heart. But we can't delay. When the Emperor sends for you, you come.»

«Then what?»

Rog looked at me without answering. I began to get edgy. «Hey, Rog, don't go getting any wild notions! This hasn't anything to do with me. I'm through, except for a few casual appearances around the ship. Dirty or not, politics is not my game — just pay me off and ship me home and I'll guarantee never even to register to vote!»

«You probably wouldn't have to do anything. Dr. Capek will almost certainly have him in shape for it. But it isn't as if it were anything hard — not like that adoption ceremony — just an audience with the Emperor and — »

«The Emperor!» I almost screamed. Like most Americans, I did not understand royalty, did not really approve of the institution in my heart — and had a sneaking, unadmitted awe of kings. After all, we Americans came in by the back door. When we swapped associate status under treaty for the advantages of a full voice in the affairs of the Empire, it was explicitly agreed that our local institutions, our own constitution, and so forth, would not be affected — and tacitly agreed that no member of the royal family would ever visit America. Maybe that is a bad thing. Maybe if we were used to royalty we would not be so impressed by them. In any case, it is notorious that «democratic» American women are more quiveringly anxious to be presented at court than is anybody else.

«Now take it easy,» Rog answered. «You probably won't have to do it at all. We just want to be prepared. What I was trying to tell you is that a “caretaker” government is no problem. It passes no laws, changes no policies. I'll take care of all the work. All you will have to do — if you have to do anything — is make the formal appearance before King Willem — and possibly show up at a controlled press conference or two, depending on how long it is before he is well again. What you have already done is much harder — and you will be paid whether we need you or not.»

«Damn it, pay has nothing to do with it! It's — well, in the words of a famous character in theatrical history,