“Let me emphasize this, sir: we know he has never changed. For our own protection, we’ve had to check on every real leader of the annexation movement, screening them for crackpots who might do us more harm than good. The Colonel is with us all the way.
“And now, in the fourth place, underlined by what I’ve just said, the Colonel and Mr. Cumshaw were really friends.”
“Now you’re talking!” Hoddy burst in. “I’ve knowed A. J. ever since I was a kid. Ever since he married old Colonel MacTodd’s daughter. That just ain’t the way A. J. works!”
“On the other hand, Mr. Ambassador,” Thrombley said, keeping his gaze fixed on Hoddy’s hands and apparently ready to both duck and shut up if Hoddy moved a finger, “you will recall, I think, that Colonel Hickock did do everything in his power to see that these Bonney brothers did not reach court alive. And, let me add,” he was getting bolder, tilting his chin up a little, “it’s a choice as simple as this: either Colonel Hickock told them, or we have—and this is unbelievable—a traitor in the Embassy itself.”
That statement rocked even Hoddy. Even though he was probably no more than one of Natalenko’s little men, he still couldn’t help knowing how thoroughly we were screened, indoctrinated, and—let’s face it—mind-conditioned. A traitor among us was unthinkable because we just couldn’t think that way.
The silence, the sorrow, were palpable. Then I remembered, told them, Hickock himself had been a Department man.
Stonehenge gripped his head between his hands and squeezed as if trying to bring out an idea. “All right, Mr. Ambassador, where are we now? Nobody who knew could have told the Bonney boys where Mr. Cumshaw would be at 1030, yet the three men were there waiting for him. You take it from there. I’m just a simple military man and I’m ready to go back to the simple military life as soon as possible.”
I turned to Gomez. “There could be an obvious explanation. Bring us the official telescreen log. Let’s see what calls were made. Maybe Mr. Cumshaw himself said something to someone that gave his destination away.”
“That won’t be necessary,” Thrombley told me. “None of the junior clerks were on duty, and I took the only three calls that came in, myself. First, there was the call from Colonel Hickock. Then, the call about the wrist watch. And then, a couple of hours later, the call from the Hickock ranch, about Mr. Cumshaw’s death.”
“What was the call about the wrist watch?” I asked.
“Oh, that was from the z’Srauff Embassy,” Thrombley said. “For some time, Mr. Cumshaw had been trying to get one of the very precise watches which the z’Srauff manufacture on their home planet. The z’Srauff Ambassador called, that day, to tell him that they had one for him and wanted to know when it was to be delivered. I told them the Ambassador was out, and they wanted to know where they could call him and I—”
I had never seen a man look more horror-stricken.
“Oh, my God! I’m the one who told them!”
What could I say? Not much, but I tried. “How could you know, Mr. Thrombley? You did the natural, the normal, the proper thing, on a call from one Ambassador to another.”
I turned to the others, who, like me, preferred not to look at Thrombley. “They must have had a spy outside who told them the Ambassador had left the Embassy. Alone, right? And that was just what they’d been waiting for.
“But what’s this about the watch, though. There’s more to this than a simple favor from one Ambassador to another.”
“My turn, Mr. Ambassador,” Stonehenge interrupted. “Mr. Cumshaw had been trying to get one of the things at my insistence. Naval Intelligence is very much interested in them and we want a sample. The z’Srauff watches are very peculiar—they’re operated by radium decay, which, of course is a universal constant. They’re uniform to a tenth second and they’re all synchronized with the official time at the capital city of the principal z’Srauff planet. The time used by the z’Srauff Navy.”
Stonehenge deliberately paused, let that last phrase hang heavily in the air for a moment, then he continued.
“They’re supposed to be used in religious observances—timing hours of prayer, I believe. They can, of course, have other uses.
“For example, I can imagine all those watches giving the wearer a light electric shock, or ringing a little bell, all over New Texas, at exactly the same moment. And then I can imagine all the z’Srauff running down into nice deep holes in the ground.”
He looked at his own watch. “And that reminds me: my gang of pirates are at the spaceport by now, ready to blast off. I wonder if someone could drive me there.”
“I’ll drive him, boss,” Hoddy volunteered. “I ain’t doin’ nothin’ else.”
I was wondering how I could break that up, plausibly and without betraying my suspicions, when Parros and Captain Nelson came out and joined us.
“I have a lot of stuff here,” Parros said. “Stuff we never seemed to have noticed. For instance—”
I interrupted. “Commander Stonehenge’s going to the spaceport, now,” I said. “Suppose you ride with him, and brief him on what you learned, on the way. Then, when he’s aboard, come back and tell us.”
Hoddy looked at me for a long ten seconds. His expression started by being exasperated and ended by betraying grudging admiration.
VII
The next morning, which was Saturday, I put Thrombley in charge of the routine work of the Embassy, but first instructed him to answer all inquiries about me with the statement, literally true, that I was too immersed in work of clearing up matters left unfinished after the death of the former Ambassador for any social activities. Then I called the Hickock ranch in the west
