“They were taken from me, but I am known at Everest. The Procurator himself can identify me, and will, I hope, before evening falls.”
“We’ll see about that.” The colonel crossed his arms and teetered backward on his chair. “Suppose you give me your side of the story.”
“I have been made aware of a dangerous conspiracy on the part of a small group of Earthmen to overthrow the Imperial Government by force, which, if not made known at once to the proper authorities, may well succeed in destroying both the Government and much of the Empire itself.”
“You go too far, young man, in this very rash and farfetched statement. That the men of Earth could stage annoying riots, lay siege to this fort, do considerable damage, I am quite prepared to admit—but I do not for a moment conceive them capable of as much as driving the Imperial forces from this planet, let alone destroying the Imperial Government. Yet I will listen to the details of this—uh—plot.”
“Unfortunately, the seriousness of the matter is such that I feel it vital that the details be told to the Procurator himself in person. I request, therefore, to be put into communication with him now, if you don’t mind.”
“Umm. . . . Let us not act too hurriedly. Are you aware that the man you have brought in is Secretary to the High Minister of Earth, one of their Ancients and a very important man to them?”
“Perfectly!”
“And yet you say that he is a prime mover in this conspiracy you mention.”
“He is.”
“Your evidence?”
“You will understand me, I am sure, when I say that I cannot discuss that with anyone but the Procurator.”
The colonel frowned and regarded his fingernails. “Do you doubt my competency in the case?”
“Not at all, sir. It is simply that only the Procurator has the authority to take the decisive action required in this case.”
“What decisive action do you refer to?”
“A certain building on Earth must be bombed and totally destroyed within thirty hours, or the lives of most, or all, of the inhabitants of the Empire will be lost.”
“What building?” asked the colonel wearily.
Arvardan snapped back, “May I be connected with the Procurator, please?”
There was a pause of deadlock. The colonel said stiffly, “You realize that in forcibly kidnaping an Earthman you have rendered yourself liable to trial and punishment by the Terrestrial authorities? Ordinarily the government will protect its citizens as a matter of principle and insist upon a Galactic trial. However, affairs on Earth are delicate and I have strict instructions to risk no avoidable clash. Therefore, unless you answer my questions fully, I will be forced to turn you and your companions over to the local police.”
“But that would be a death sentence. For yourself too! . . . Colonel, I am a citizen of the Empire, and I demand an audience with the Pro—”
A buzzer on the colonel’s desk interrupted him. The colonel turned to it, closing a contact. “Yes?”
“Sir,” came the clear voice, “a body of natives have encircled the fort. It is believed they are armed.”
“Has there been any violence?”
“No, sir.”
There was no sign of emotion on the colonel’s face. This, at least, was what he was trained for. “Artillery and aircraft are to be made ready—all men to battle stations. Withhold all fire except in self-defense. Understood?”
“Yes, sir. An Earthman under flag of truce wishes audience.”
“Send him in. Also send the High Minister’s Secretary here again.”
And now the colonel glared coldly at the archaeologist. “I trust you are aware of the appalling nature of what you have caused.”
“I demand to be present at the interview,” cried Arvardan, nearly incoherent with fury, “and I further demand the reason for your allowing me to rot under guard here for hours while you closet yourself with a native traitor. I tell you that I am not ignorant that you interviewed him before speaking with me.”
“Are you making any accusations, sir?” demanded the colonel, his own voice ascending the scale. “If so, make them plainly.”
“I make no accusations. But I will remind you that you will be accountable for your actions hereafter, and that you may well be known in the future, if you have a future, as the destroyer, by your stubbornness, of your people.”
“Silence! I am not accountable to you, at any rate. We will conduct affairs, henceforward, as I choose. Do you understand?”
20
The Deadline That Was Reached
The Secretary passed through the door held open by a soldier. On his purpling, swollen lips there was a brief, cold smile. He bowed to the colonel and remained completely unaware, to all appearances, of the presence of Arvardan.
“Sir,” said the colonel to the Earthman, “I have communicated to the High Minister the details of your presence here and the manner in which it came about. Your detention here is, of course, entirely—uh—unorthodox, and it is my purpose to set you free as soon as I can. However, I have here a gentleman who, as you probably know, has lodged against you a very serious accusation; one which, under the circumstances, we must investigate—”
“I understand, Colonel,” said the Secretary calmly. “However, as I have already explained to you, this man has been on Earth, I believe, only a matter of two months or so, so that his knowledge of our internal politics is nonexistent. This is a flimsy basis, indeed, for any accusation.”
Arvardan retorted in anger, “I am an archaeologist by profession, and one who has specialized of late on Earth and its customs. My knowledge of its politics is far from nonexistent. And in any case, I am not the only one who makes the accusation.”
The Secretary did not look at the archaeologist either now or later. He spoke exclusively to the colonel. He said, “One of our local scientists is involved in this; one who, approaching the end of his normal sixty years, is suffering from delusions of persecution. Then, in addition, there is another man, one
