The Domino Pattern

very much for this,” I murmured to him as we walked.

“My pleasure,” he said calmly. “I still have a business relationship with these people. If they end up being mortally offended at someone, I’d rather it be you than me.”

“Can’t fault the logic,” I had to admit. “What exactly is this similar path thing Bofiv mentioned, and how come he and a di-Master are at the same place on it.”

“It’s a religious thing.” Kennrick said. “The Path of something unpronounceable and untranslatable. Very big among the professional classes at the moment.”

“Really,” I said, frowning. Major changes in alien religious alignments were one of the things Human intelligence agencies worked very hard to keep tabs on. “I don’t remember any briefings on that.”

“It really only took off in the past couple of years,” Kennrick said. “A lot of Shorshians call it a cult and look down their bulbous snouts at it.”

“What’s your take?” I asked.

He shrugged. “I’m just a lowly Human. What do I know?”

Di-Master Strinni’s seat was near the center of the rear first-class car. Unlike the seats in second and third, those in first could be folded completely flat for sleeping, with extendable canopies instead of the far less roomy cylindrical roll-over privacy shields that were standard in the lower classes. Strinni himself hadn’t bothered with the canopy tonight, but was merely lying asleep with his inner eyelids closed against the soft glow of the car’s night-lights and the scattered handful of reading lamps still operating.

I’d never had cause to try waking a Shorshian from a sound sleep, and it turned out to be harder than I’d expected, But with Kennrick’s encouragement I persisted, and eventually the inner eyelids rolled back up and Strinni came fully conscious.

He wasn’t at all happy at being woken up out of his sleep. But his annoyance disappeared as soon as he heard the grim news. [You believe this not merely a random tragedy?] he asked after I’d explained the situation.

“We’re not sure,” I said. “That’s why we need to test some tissue samples.”

[Might there be a Guidesman of the Path aboard?]

“No idea, di-Master Strinni,” Kennrick said.

“I could ask one of the conductors,” I offered.

The inner eyelids dipped down. I was just wondering if he’d gone back to sleep when they rolled up again. [No need,] he said. [If there was one, that truth would have been made known to me.]

Kennrick and I looked at each other. “So is that a yes?” I suggested.

[No.] he said flatly. [You may not cut into Master Colix’s flesh.]

I braced myself. “Di-Master Strinni—”

[The subject is closed,] he cut me off. He settled back in his seat, and once again the inner eyelids came down.

This time, they stayed there. “What now?” Kennrick asked.

I frowned at the sleeping Shorshian. Without some idea of what had knocked Colix off his unpronounceable Path, our options were going to he severely limited. “Let’s go talk to his traveling companions,” I said. “Maybe they’ll have some idea of who might have wanted him dead.”

———

The crowd in the second/third dispensary had shrunk considerably by the time Kennrick and I returned. Only Bayta, Witherspoon, and Master Tririn were still there. And Colix’s body, of course. “Where’d everyone go?” I asked as Kennrick and I joined them.

“Dr. Aronobal—she’s the Filiaelian doctor—went off to work up her report on the death,” Bayta said. “Master Bofiv wasn’t feeling well and returned to his seat.”

“Well?” Witherspoon asked. During our absence, he’d laid out a small sampling kit, complete with scalpel, hypo, and six sample vials.

“Sorry,” I said. “Di-Master Strinni wouldn’t give his permission.”

[Did you explain the situation?] Tririn asked.

“In detail. Master Tririn,” Kennrick assured him.

“Unless there’s a Guidesman of the Path around to supervise, we aren’t allowed to cut into Master Colix’s body,” I added.

“Are we sure there isn’t someone like that aboard?” Witherspoon asked.

“We’d have to ask the Spiders,” I said, looking at Bayta.

She gave me a microscopic shrug. “I suppose we could make inquiries,” she said.

Translation: she’d already asked. Either there wasn’t a Guidesman aboard or else it wasn’t something the Spiders routinely kept track of.

“Speaking of Spiders,” Kennrick said, “where’s the one that was here earlier?”

“He’s gone about other duties,” Bayta said. “Did you want him for something?”

“As a matter of fact, I did.” Kennrick pointed to the drug cabinet. “I notice that none of those bottles are labeled.”

“Actually, they are,” Bayta said. “The dot patterns along the sides are Spider notation.”

“If a passenger needs something, the Spider prints out a label in his or her native language,” Witherspoon explained. “Saves having to try to squeeze a lot of different notations onto something that small.”

“I’m sure it does,” Kennrick said. “But that also means none of the rest of us has any idea what’s actually in any of them.”

Bayta frowned. “What do you mean by that?”

“I mean we don’t actually know that the drugs Dr. Witherspoon and Dr. Aronobal injected into Master Colix were actually helpful,” Kennrick said. “It could easily have been just the opposite.”

“Are you accusing the Spiders of deliberately causing him harm?” Bayta asked, a not-so-subtle challenge in her tone.

“Maybe,” Kennrick said. “Or else someone might have sneaked in here while the Spider was absent or distracted and changed some of the labels.”

I stepped around the body on the table and went over to the drug cabinet. I’d noted earlier that the doors were glassed in; up close, I could see now that it wasn’t glass, but some kind of grained polymer. Experimentally, I gave it a rap with my knuckles, then tried the latch.

The door didn’t budge. “That would have to be one hell of a distracted Spider,” I said, turning back to Kennrick. “Besides, wasn’t Master Colix showing symptoms of poisoning before they even brought him in here?”

“Symptoms can be counterfeited,” Kennrick said. He looked at the body on the table. “Or faked.”

“You mean Master Colix might have faked his own poisoning so as to get brought in here so he could get pumped full of something lethal from the Spiders’ private drugstore?” I asked.

“Well, yes, if you put it that way I suppose it sounds a little far-fetched,” Kennrick admitted. “Still, we need to cover all possibilities.”

I turned to Tririn. “Did Master Colix have any addictions or strange tastes?”

[I don’t truly know,] Tririn said, a bit hesitantly. [I wasn’t well acquainted with him.]

“You were business colleagues, correct?”

[True,] Tririn said. [But he had only recently joined our contract team.] He ducked his head to Kennrick. [I would say that Master Kennrick probably knew him as well as I did.]

“And I only met him a couple of months ago.” Kennrick put in.

Mentally. I shook my head in disgust. Between di-Master Strinni, Kennrick, and Tririn, this was about as unhelpful a bunch as I’d run into for some time. “How about Master Bofiv, then?” I asked. “Did he know Master Colix?”

[I don’t know,] Tririn said. [I believe di-Master Strinni knew him best.]

I looked at my watch. I’d already had to awaken Strinni once tonight, and I wasn’t interested in trying it again. “We’ll start with Master Bofiv,” I decided. “Where is he?”

“Four cars back,” Kennrick said. “I’ll take you.”

“Just tell me which seat.” I said, taking Bayta’s arm and steering her toward the door. “You should stay with Master Tririn.”

“I’m going with you,” Kennrick said firmly. “These people are my business colleagues. Whatever happened to