furnace.'
'Hear about Pell's tussle with the bursary?' A man spoke over a mouthful of bread. 'They were going to dump him when he came up with that paper on sensitives.'
'Convenient.'
'It saved his skin. Any guesses where he got it?' A scatter of laughter greeted the question. 'All right, but only a fool would sign up with him for easy credits. In a half-semester they'll be valueless.'
'I can't see that,' protested a woman. 'What if he did get it from Okos? What difference does it make?'
'None, my innocent, but what the Cyclan lift up they can also let down. What good is Pell to them? Take my advice and stay away from his classes.'
A man said wistfully, 'Anyone care to stake me to a dorm bed for the winter? Treble back when I graduate or I'll be your willing slave in the spring. No takers? Well, no harm in trying.'
So spoke the voice of poverty, and it would be worse outside where students huddled together in the chill of the night dreading the bleak time which would leave many of them frozen in the gutters.
Dumarest rose and left the cafe, making his way to the field where he stood in a secluded spot watching the ships, the men gathered at the perimeter, loungers with no apparent purpose and no obvious means of making a living. There would be touts among them and students and those with time to kill. Others could be there for a different reason and he tensed to a mounting sense of danger.
A cyber on Ascelius-why?
The Cyclan could have little interest in such a world; their concern with graduates would come only after they had gained positions of authority. The universities themselves would resent the services the Cyclan had to offer, priding themselves on their own intellectual ability. Even the Tripart had little influence beyond its immediate sphere and the Cyclan were noted enemies of wasted effort.
A coincidence, perhaps, but Dumarest knew it could be fatal to assume that. It was time for him to leave and yet he had gained nothing but a few names, times, places none of which held seeming importance. This was scant information on which to base a search but it was all he had and all he was likely to get from those involved. There had to be another way.
Chapter Five
'Earl!' Sheen Agnostino smiled as she came toward him. 'It's good to see you again.'
'You will help me?'
'Of course, but I'm not too sure of what you want. You were a little vague when you called. The computers, you said? You want to use the computers?'
'I want you to use them for me. Is it possible?' As she hesitated he added, 'It's a matter of urgency or I wouldn't ask. That's why I don't want to use the normal channels- there would be delay and I'd have to hire an expert and, well, you know the system.' One feeding on another and charging as much as the traffic would bear. Cost he could meet but time he could not afford to waste. 'I'll pay, naturally, just let me know the fee.'
'Earl, surely you don't think I'm that mercenary?'
'I will pay.' He was firm. He'd learned her financial condition as they had traveled together and was glad of it; now he had a lever to gain her cooperation. 'Don't refuse, Sheen, on this world you can't afford to be generous.' He delved into a pocket. 'Will this be enough?'
She looked at the coins, thick octagonals each set with a precious gem, each enough to support her in comfort for a month. A dozen of them lying in the hollow of his hand. 'Earl, I can't-'
'There will be a fee for use of the terminals, right?' He knew better than to bruise her pride. 'Please, Sheen, I need your help.'
His appeal held more weight than the money he offered and he relaxed as, slowly, she took the coins. Money to ease her tension, to provide sustenance, to gain her a coveted position. To provide security and, for him, her aid now and her silence later if she should be questioned.
'We'd best go to the central node.' The decision made, she was all efficient action. 'I'll get you a technician's smock and you'd best carry a clipboard. Just look thoughtful and act deaf if anyone should talk to you. If you can't avoid a reply say that you're checking on the monitor system.' A suspicion verified. He said, 'So records are kept?'
'Of course-how else to know the information flow and dispensation of charges.' She added further explanation as, after seeing him muffled in a smock, she led him into the underground depths of the computer system. 'At first each university had its own computer and data banks but it was decided that it would be more efficient to combine all resources. After all there is nothing really secret about knowledge and a data bank is basically only a library, so all gained by the pooling of facilities. Arrangements had to be made for the dispersement of income but that was a relatively minor problem. The main trouble came in arranging a feedback of resolved data into the general banks.'
She talked on, explaining, acting as one colleague to another, her voice low enough to avoid being overheard by those who passed by-technicians, Dumarest noted, wearing smocks similar to his own. Mature men and women with a scatter of younger types who, like Sheen, were taking a postgraduate course. At a corner a grizzled oldster wearing the crossed flashes of electronics snapped, 'Your business?'
Dumarest gave it, waited as Sheen spoke in turn, moved on as the man waved permission.
'A check,' she explained. 'Sometimes students try to sneak into the central node and gain the answers to various test papers. It means nothing.'
Dumarest wished he could share her confidence. If the man were efficient he would check, and if he did a record would be made. If nothing else, he could be evicted with his business undone.
'Here.' Sheen paused at a door. 'We'll use this terminal.'
It was a screen above a keyboard set before a chair in a room painted a drab gray. The light did nothing to soften the bleakness. Dumarest looked at each corner, checked the rim surrounding the screen, finally leaned his back against a side wall with the door to his right. Sheen Agnostino frowned as he told her what he wanted.
'To track a man, Earl? His absences, journeys, returns? Is that all?' Her white teeth gnawed at her lower lip as she listened. 'I see. Well, let's start with the name. Boulaye? Rudi Boulaye?' Words danced in whiteness over the screen to steady into marching columns. 'Excellent qualifications,' she murmured. 'High reputation as far as academic achievement was concerned. All history, of course, he is no longer connected with the faculty of any university.'
'But the records remain?'
'Unless erased, yes.' Her fingers moved as Dumarest spoke. 'Ten years, you say? Ten?'
'From twelve to ten.' This was a guess but the time bracket should be wide enough. 'He went on a journey and returned to take up his duties again until he left after his marriage about eight years ago.' Unnecessary details, the entire known life-span of the man should be stored in the data banks. Dumarest scanned the words appearing on the screen, heard the woman's comment.
'Nothing unusual there, Earl.'
Nothing-but there had to be more. Dumarest narrowed his eyes as he checked the columns; lists of classes, periods of study, absences, illnesses; the trivia of normal existence. An inexperienced operator would have wasted time checking them all but Sheen knew what she was about.
'A journey,' she said. 'He could have booked through an agency.' The words flickered and changed on the screen. 'Thirteen years too far back?'
'Check it out.'
A long time but not impossible, yet if the man had found what he had been looking for how had he managed to restrain his impatience for so long? Another question to be added to the rest-another answer impossible to find.
'He took a ship to Karig just over twelve years ago.' Sheen glanced at Dumarest from her position before the screen. 'The only journey he took before leaving for Elysius about-'
'I know about that. How long was he away?' Dumarest frowned at the answer. 'Ten months? Are you sure?'
'That's what the data says.' Sheen touched more keys as she made a cross-check. 'From time of obtaining leave of absence to time of resuming his academic duties a total of ten months eleven days.' She anticipated the
