Dr. Gardoma was looking at him.somberly, a hypodermic still in his hand. "How do you feel?" he asked.
Lucky smiled. "How should I feel?"
"Dead, I should think, after what you've gone through. But you have a remarkable constitution, so you'll live."
Bigman, who had been hovering anxiously at the outskirts of Lucky's vision, entered it full now. "No thanks to Mindes for that. Why didn't that mud-brain go down and get Lucky out of there after he spotted the robot's leg? What was he waiting for? He was leaving Lucky to die?"
Dr. Gardoma put away his hypodermic and washed his hands. With his back to Bigman, he said, "Scott Mindes was convinced Lucky was dead. His only thought was to stay away so that no one could accuse him of being the murderer. He knew he had tried to kill Lucky once before and that others would remember that."
"How could he think that this time? The robot… "
"Mindes isn't himself under pressure these days. He called for help; that was the best he could do."
Lucky said, "Take it easy, Bigman. I was in no danger. I was sleeping it off in the shade, and I'm all right now. What about the robot, Gardoma? Was it salvaged?"
"We've got it in the Dome. The brain is gone, though, quite impossible to study."
"Too bad," said Lucky.
The physician raised his voice. "All right, Bigman, come on. Let him sleep."
"Hey… " began Bigman indignantly.
Lucky at once added, "That's all right, Gardoma. As a matter of fact, I want to speak to him privately."
Dr. Gardoma hesitated, then shrugged. "You need sleep, but I'll give you half an hour. Then he must go."
"He'll go."
As soon as they were alone, Bigman seized Lucky's shoulder and shook it violently. He said in a strangled kind of voice, "You stupid ape. If the heat hadn't got that robot in time-like in the sub-etherics… "
Lucky smiled mirthlessly. "It wasn't coincidence, Bigman,' he said. "If I had waited for a sub-etheric ending, I'd be dead. I had to gimmick the robot."
"How?"
"Its brain case was highly polished. It reflected a large part of the sun's radiation. That meant the temperature of the positronic brain was high enough to ruin its sanity but not high enough to stop it completely. Fortunately, a good part of Mercurian soil about here is made up of a loose black substance. I managed to smear some on its head."
"What did that do?"
"Black absorbs heat, Bigman. It doesn't reflect it. The temperature of the robot's brain went up quickly and it died almost at once. It was close, though… Still, never mind that. What happened at this end while I was gone? Anything?"
"Anything? Wow! You listen!" And as Bigman talked, Lucky did listen, with an expression that grew continually graver as the story unfolded.
By the time it drew to a conclusion he was frowning angrily. "Why did you fight Urteil, anyway? That was foolish."
"Lucky," said Bigman in outrage, "it was strategy!
You always say I just bull right ahead and can't be trusted to do the shrewd thing. This was shrewd. I knew I could lick him at low gravity… "
"It seems as though you almost didn't. Your ankle is taped."
"I slipped. Accident. Besides, I did win. A deal was involved. He could do a lot of damage to the Council with his lies, but if I won he'd get off our backs."
"Could you take his word for that?"
"Well… " began Bigman, troubled.
Lucky drove on. "You saved his life, you said. He must have known that, and yet that didn't persuade him to abandon his purpose. Did you think he was likely to do so as a result of a fist fight?"
"Well… " said Bigman, again.
"Especially if he lost and would therefore be raging at the humiliation of a public beating… I tell you what, Bigman. You did it because you wanted to beat him and get revenge for making fun of you. Your talk about making a deal was just an excuse to give you an opportunity for the beating. Isn't that right?"
"Aw, Lucky! Sands of Mars… "
"Well, am I wrong?''
"I wanted to make the deal… "
"But mainly you wanted to fight, and now look at the mess."
Bigman's eyes dropped. "I'm sorry."
Lucky relented at once. "Oh, Great Galaxy, Bigman, I'm not angry at you. I'm angry at myself, really. I misjudged that robot and nearly got myself killed because I wasn't thinking. I could see it was out of order and never tied it up with the effect of heat on its posi-tronic brain till it was nearly too late… Well, the past has a lesson for the future, but otherwise, let's forget it. The question is what to do about the Urteil situation."
Bigman's spirits bounced back at once. "Anyway," he said, "the cobber is off our backs."
"He is," said Lucky, "but what about Senator Swen-son?" "Hmm."
"How do we explain things? The Council of Science is being investigated, and as a result of a fight instigated by someone close to the Council, someone who's almost a member, the investigator dies. That won't look good."
"It was an accident. The pseudo-grav field-"
"That won't help us. I'll have to talk to Peverale and… "
Bigman reddened and said hastily, "He's just an old guy. He's not paying any attention to this."
Lucky hitched himself to one elbow. "What do you mean, he's not paying any attention?"
"He isn't," said Bigman vehemently. "He came in with Urteil lying dead on the ground and thought nothing of it. He said, 'Is he dead?' and that's all."
"That's all?"
"That's all. Then he asked about where you were and said Mindes had called and said a robot had killed you."
Lucky's level glance held Bigman. "That's all?" "That was all," said Bigman uneasily. "What's happened since then? Come on, Bigman. You don't want me to talk to Peverale. Why not?"
Bigman looked away.
"Come on, Bigman."
"Well, I'm being tried or something."
"Tried!"
"Peverale says it's murder and it'll raise a smell back on Earth. He says we've got to fix responsibility."
"All right. When is the trial?"
"Aw, Lucky, I didn't want to tell you. Dr. Gardoma said you weren't to be excited."
"Don't act like a mother hen, Bigman. When is the trial?"
"Tomorrow at two P.M., System Standard Time. But there's nothing to worry about, Lucky."
Lucky said, "Call in Gardoma."
"Why?"
"Do as I say."
Bigman stepped to the door, and when he returned, Dr. Gardoma was with him.
Lucky said, "There's no reason I can't get out of bed by two P.M. tomorrow, is there?"
Dr. Gardoma hesitated. "I'd rather you took more time."
"I don't care what you'd rather. It won't kill me, will it?"
"It wouldn't kill you to get out of bed right now, Mr. Starr," said Dr. Gardoma, offended. "But it's not advisable."
"All right, then. Now you tell Dr. Peverale that I'll be at the trial of Bigman. You know about that, I suppose?"
"I do."
"Everyone does except myself. Is that it?"
"You were in no condition… "
"You tell Dr. Peverale I'll be at that trial and it isn't to start without me."
"I'll tell him," said Gardoma, "and you'd better go to sleep now. Come with me, Bigman."
Bigman squealed. "Just one second." He stepped rapidly to the side of Lucky's bed and said, "Look, Lucky, don't get upset. I've got the whole situation under control."
Lucky's eyebrows lifted.
Bigman, almost bursting with self-importance, said, "I wanted to surprise you, darn it. I can prove I had nothing to do with Urteil breaking his neck. I've solved the case." He pounded his chest. "I have. Me! Bigman! I know who's responsible for everything."
Lucky said, "Who?"
But Bigman cried instantly, "No! I'm not saying. I want to show you I have more on my mind than fist fights. I'll run the show this time and you watch me, that's all. You'll find out at the trial."