She'd gone a long way. She'd blinked the generator several times on the way out and severaltimes on the way back.
It was another thirty minutes, during which Patwent quietly hyper, nerves jangling from too muchcoffee, before the old man got to the section in hisself-diagnosis chamber which dealt with abnormalities in the chamber containing the trip log.
On oral orders from an unidentified operatorthe following blink coordinates were deletedfrom the trip log.
Pat whooped with joy. His hands were shaking from coffee nerves. He had on the printout all the coordinates for the blinks Corinne had taken while he was out. He could check against charts and tell where she'd taken theSkimmer. He was out of thewoods. All he had to do was call Jeanny and tell her.
Tell her what?
He could imagine a stern-faced X&A hangmansaying, "The fact that, without your knowledge,the computer kept a record of the blinks whichyou erased does not lesson your guilt."
Damn. "Is that all, old man?"
Suddenly the printout was supplemented bysound. First the old man's voice. "Space law statesthat access to the trip log shall be by manufacturer and X&A only for the matter of alterations, and for extracting information access is granted to Xanthos Central Control or one of its substations.Therefore, since an unidentified operator, not mentioned in space law, has ordered alterations of thetrip log, I have recorded for later identificationthat operator's voice."
Pat whooped again, and then fell silent as Corinne's throaty, calm voice began to read off anorder to erase the following blinks, and then thenumbers, still in that cool, throaty voice.
He caught Jeanny just as she was entering heroffice. "Get over here as quick as you can," hesaid. "And bring someone in authority with you."
"I'm the authority, Pat, until I turn it over to the action section."
"Then get over here, Jeanny, please."
He was waiting for her with a hot cup of coffeejust the way she liked it, with plenty of low-calsweetener. He told her about the drug and then he showed her the self-diagnosis printout, let her hearCorinne's voice giving the illegal orders.
"Looks as if we can throw you in jail for beinggullible, Audrey," she said.
He started to say it, but didn't, letting it pass.He'd had time to check the coordinates Corinne had used. They went right off any known chartinto a region of crowded stars toward the galacticcore. You didn't go too close to the core. The starswere dense there, and the chaos of interconnectedmagnetic and gravitational fields made navigation, and even survival, a nightmare. The massed stars put out storms of hot radiation which could cook anything living within the hull of a ship inseconds. But Corinne had gone toward that chaos, directly toward the heart of the galaxy, where that huge, fiery engine at the core gave off incredible energies.
Pat didn't tell Jeanny that he'd already checked the coordinates. Nor did he, for some reason, tellher about Murphy's Stone.
"I'd say that if we can find residue of that drugin your system, Pat, you have a good case for being reinstated," Jeanny said.
He was burning inside. His entire body was vibrating, coffee nerves, a caffeine rush. And more.He was burning to find out where she'd taken theship, what was out there toward the core stars.
"What are you waiting for?" Jeanny asked. "Let'sget over to the clinic."
Pat lay on a cold metal table, separated from thecold metal by a thin sheet. A monster of a machine lowered, buzzed. The results were in withinminutes. There was superficial damage to livercells. The damage was healing nicely. The damage was consistent with several known causes, amongthem an overdose of at least three separate drugs.Meanwhile, the analysis of his body fluids hadbeen completed. A technician came into the room where Pat, dressed again, sat drinking coffee withJeanny.
"Captain," the technician said, "I'd advise youto cut down on your intake of coffee. Your urine is discolored and I've never seen a higher caffeinelevel."
"Yeah, thanks," Pat said, putting down his cup.
"You do drugs often?" the technician asked.
"I do drugs never," Pat said.
The technician glanced at Jeanny with a knowing smile. "Sometime during the past few weeksyou've taken a rather massive overdose of a littlegoodie which the druggies call heat, technical name dexiapherzede. I thought we'd just about done awaywith that one. We'd be interested in knowing, Captain, just where you got your hands on it."
"I'd like that report in writing in my office withinthe next hour," Jeanny said, rising.
Pat was merely a ship's captain. Jeanny Thompson was a captain in X&A. When she gave an orderto a technician, that order was obeyed. In her office, the report in hand, she looked atPat with her eyes squinted. "All right, Audrey—"
"Don't call me Audrey," he said.
"—you're cleared. I've filed your reinstatementon the computer. If you leave Xanthos by shipwithin the next twenty-four hours you might haveto have Central check with me. It takes a whileto counteract something as serious as having your license lifted."
"Jeanny, when I get back, the best dinner foryou, and a nice little gift."
"So you are going?"
"Wouldn't you?"
"I don't know. I might just write off my lossesand forget it. You were playing in the big time onthat trip to Taratwo, Pat. Maybe out of your class. You're alive, and our scan on your affairs showed that you made a bundle out of the trip. Why don't you just stay here, get the overhaul completed onSkimmer?"
To that point she'd been all business. Now herfacial expression softened. "I have two weeks ofvacation
coming up. If you'd like some companywhen you take the ship out for a check ride afterthe overhaul—"
"Jeanny, that sounds great," he said. "Hold thatvacation until I get back, OK?"
She shrugged. "Have yourself a ball," she said,standing, making it clear that she was dismissinghim.
FIVE
Skimmerlifted into space with her hull still showing the dullness of the thousand-parsec syndrome.Pat had taken time only to restock the food supplies and pick out a few new movies. The first partof the trip was routine, along well-maintained blinkroutes, and he was able to program several blinksat one time, then let the old man do the work. Thelong oral sessions with the computer seemed tohave had an invigorating effect. There was, at first,no indication of the sluggishness associated withionization of the memory chambers.
Pat didn't have a cup of coffee for three days. Heused the time to try to make estimates, a difficulttask, of just how far toward the core of the galaxyCorinne's route would take him.
He passed within a few light-years of Zede II,then began to retrace the routeSkimmer had followed in taking Corinne home. It was difficult notto think of her. X&A had made some preliminaryinquiries, based on the solid evidence in the oldman's self-diagnosis chamber, and had run head-oninto a gaggle of space lawyers who said that Corinne Tower, the famous Zedeian holo star, hadnot been off Zede II in over five years, and thatany half-baked space mercenary who said that shehad was risking a libel suit.
Well, it was X&A's baby now. Since there wasno record of Corinne Tower holding a space license there was little X&A could do, even if itsinvestigators did wade through the banks of lawyers. Pat guessed that they'd file the informationand forget it. That was all right with him. Hecouldn't bring himself to want to see Corinne punished. Not while he was there alone on the ship, remembering how she looked when she first awoke inthe morning and came out of the mate's cabin forbreakfast.
As the days passed and the nightmares began to fade, he began to rationalize her actions. All right,so she was a professional actress. So her tenderness, that one time that he'd kissed her, couldhave been sheer acting. Certainly she'd double-crossed him. She'd stolen his diamond, or at least his half of the diamond. It was sort of pleasant to think of what he could have done with half of thevalue of Murphy's Stone, but what would he dowith himself if he were fabulously wealthy? Hedidn't take on sometimes dangerous assignmentsjust for the thrill of it. He did it for money, but didhe really want the things that megamillions couldbuy?