Dumarest dumped the man at his side.
'Dead?'
'Unconscious. Are there any more of you?'
'No.'
'I want the truth,' said Dumarest harshly. 'Who set this up?'
'Brad.' Elvach sat upright, rubbing the side of his neck. 'It was going to be easy, he said. Move in, a quick snatch and away. One to work and three to watch, we couldn't go wrong.' He sounded bitter, 'like hell we couldn't.'
'Who would buy?'
'I don't know. Brad had it fixed. Him and that damned gun.' His voice changed, became a whine. 'Look, mister, how about letting us go? You've gotten Brad. I've a woman lying sick, and a couple of kids close to starving. I made a mistake, sure, but I didn't know about the gun.'
'You'd have killed me,' said Dumarest flatly.
'No. Knocked you out, maybe, but not killed. What would be the point?'
To gain time, to avoid later recognition, to ensure their escape. They would have killed him.
Sley said, dully, 'What now, mister? I suppose you're going to turn us in.'
'That's right.'
'Turn us in and collect the bonus, then see us lasered down at dawn. The gun'll take care of that. A smart trick which let us down. Brad should have fired and to hell with losing the loot. He was greedy. I guess we all were.'
Greedy and stupid. Caught without the gun they would have been knocked around a little, interrogated, fined and set to work. A heavy fine which would hold them fast until the project had been completed, working for small wages, little better than slaves. But they would have stayed alive.
Dumarest lifted his whistle and blew three short blasts.
'So that's it,' said Sley bleakly. 'The end of the line. I hope you sleep well, mister. I hope you never have hunger tearing at your guts.'
'Work won't kill you.'
'Work? With that gun?'
'Gun?' Dumarest looked at it and, with a sudden movement, hurled it far into the surrounding darkness.
'What gun?'
* * * * *
For once Nyther was pleased. 'Good work, Earl. A fine job. Four of the scum caught at once. A pity you had to kill one, but he'll serve as an example. Did you have to do it?'
'There were four of them,' said Dumarest. 'I didn't feel like taking chances.'
'You had a club. You should have broken his skull and maybe smashed a knee.'
'He had something, a bar. It could have been a gun.'
'A natural mistake,' admitted Nyther. 'The light was bad and you couldn't have known. Hell, man, I'm not blaming you. It's just that a man like that could have friends. They might want to avenge him-you understand?'
Dumarest nodded, leaning back in his chair, conscious of his fatigue. It was dawn, the interior of the guard hut thick with stale air, a litter of returned equipment lying on the tables. The structure quivered to the endless roar from the workings.
'Did you get anything from the others?'
'No.' Nyther opened a drawer in his desk and produced a bottle and glasses. Pouring, he handed one to Dumarest. 'Any ideas?'
'Four men with a plan. And they knew just where to hit.'
'You can say that again.' Nyther scowled as he sipped at his whiskey. 'Those crates held crystalloy components. Sold in the right place they would fetch a high price. Even if torn apart, the shammatite would be more than worth the trouble.' A man grown old in security, he guessed what Dumarest was hinting. 'An arrangement. Those men were working to a plan set out by a big operator. Right?'
'Maybe.'
'Then why no guns?' Nyther answered his own question. 'They shouldn't have needed them. Three men watching could have handled any normal guard. And once the scum start using guns I'll have a case in order to increase the guard allocation. You were lucky, Earl, in more ways than one.'
Dumarest drank, slowly, saying nothing.
'Four bonuses-you can collect the cash immediately. No guns and the chance of a promotion. Interested?'
'I might be.'
'I've been watching you, Earl. You're wasted at the workings. Any foot can handle a machine, but it takes a special kind of man to make a good security officer. He has to have a feel for the job, an instinct. You have it. It sent you to the right place at the right time. I need all the men I can get like you.'
'So?'
'How about becoming a full-time guard? I'll make you the head of a sector. Twice as much as you're getting now with free board and lodging. A deal?'
It was tempting, and it would be a mistake to refuse too quickly. A sign of guilt, perhaps. At the workings men did not hesitate at the chance of extra pay.
'Of course, I'll have to check you out with Head Office,' continued Nyther. 'But that's just a formality. All they want is that you be registered in the computer. The doc can take your physical characteristics and do the rest of it. A blast in the shoulder-nothing to worry about.'
Dumarest set down his empty glass, watched as it was refilled.
'A radioactive trace?'
'Sure, just a precaution and, as I said, nothing to worry about. If you take off without warning, we'll know where to look for you.'
The Zur-Sekulich and others who might be interested. Once branded he would stand out in any crowd, electronic tracing gear picking up the implanted pattern.
Nyther said, 'I'll fix it for noon. I'll send word to your foreman to release you. By dusk you'll be ready for full- time duty. Health, Earl!'
Dumarest responded to the toast. Without knowing it, the guard chief had forced his decision. By noon he would have to be on his way.
Casually he said, 'I'm grateful, Chief. Maybe I could do something for you. Are you willing to gamble an extra bonus?'
'A deal? Hell, Earl, once you start working for me-'
'I'm not working for you, Chief. Not yet, and a man has to get what he can, right?' Dumarest didn't wait for an answer. 'For an extra bonus I'll tell you how to seal this place so no scavenger will have a chance. And all it will cost you is a few boxes of candy a day.'
Nyther was shrewd. 'The Hyead?'
'The bonus?'
'Yours, damn it. Take me for an idiot and you'll return it double.' Nyther frowned as Dumarest explained. 'Have they the brains for the job? Are they reliable?'
'They don't need brains just to watch and listen and the candy will keep them on the job. Arrange a meeting with one called Abanact-better still I'll do it for you. Put off the doc until tomorrow.'
A day gained if the other agreed. As Nyther nodded Dumarest continued, 'I'll need some candy, you can give me a chit for that, and some supersonic whistles. We can work out a simple code so they can give you the warning without alarming the thieves. Once arranged, you can cut down on the extra guards and use regular mobile patrols.'
'And if it doesn't work?'
'You get the bonus back-double.'
Nyther reached for the bottle. 'Now why the hell couldn't I have thought of that? The Hyead-cheap and the damned things go everywhere. You've got a point, Earl.'
