The thought struck him—was he the only man? Might there be others like him? Men who kept very silent about what was happening, for fear that human interference might spoil this good thing that they had?
He rose slowly from the chair and went out in the hall. He picked up the phone directory and bought it back with him. He threw another log upon the fire and sat down in the chair, with the phone book in his lap.
First himself, he thought; he would see if he was listed.
He had no trouble finding it: Gray, Frederick, Helios III–SU 6-2649.
He flipped the pages and started from the front, running his finger slowly down the column.
The book was thin, but it took him quite a while, going carefully so that he would not miss another man from Earth. But there was no other listed; not from Earth, not from the solar system. He was the only one.
Loneliness, he wondered. Or should it be just a touch of pride. To be the only one in the entire solar system.
He took the directory back to the table in the hall and lying in the place where he had gotten it was another one.
He stared at it and wondered if there were two of them, if there had been two of them all along and he had never noticed.
He bent to look the closer at it and when he did he saw that it was not another directory, but a file of some sort, with his name printed across the top of it.
He laid the directory down and took up the file. It was a bulky and a heavy thing, with great sheaves of papers enclosed between the covers.
It had not been there, he was certain, when he’d gotten the directory. It had been placed there, as the food was placed upon the table, as the books had been stacked upon the shelves, as the clothing that would fit him had been hung within the closet. By some agency that was unobtrusive, if not invisible.
Placement by remote control, he wondered. Could it be that somewhere this house was duplicated and that in that house certain agencies that were quite visible—and in their term of reference logical and ordinary—might place the food and hang the clothes and that at the moment of the action the same things happened in this house?
And if that were the case, not only space was mastered, but time as well. For they—whoever they might be—could not have known about the books that should be placed upon the shelves until the occupant of this house had appeared upon the scene. They could not have known that it would be Frederick Gray, that it would be a man who had made the law his business, who would blunder on this house. They had set a trap—a trap?—and there would have been no way for them to know what quarry they might catch.
It had taken time to print, by whatever process, the books upon the shelves. There would have been a searching for the proper books, and the translating and the editing. Was it possible, he wondered, that time could be so regulated that the finding and the translating and the editing, the printing and the placement, could have been compressed into no more than twenty-four hours as measured on the Earth? Could time be stretched out and, perhaps, foreshortened to accommodate the plans of those engineers who had built this house?
He flipped open the cover of the file and the printing on the first page struck him in the face.
Valmatan vs. Mer El
Referral for Review Under Universal Law
Panel for Review:
Vanz Kamis, Rasalgethi VI
Eta Nonskic, Thuban XXVIII
Frederick Gray, Helios III
Frozen, he stared at it.
His hands began to tremble and he laid it down, carefully on the table top, as if it might be something that would shatter if he dropped it.
Under universal law, he thought. Three students of the law, three experts (?), from three different solar systems!
And the facts at issue, and the law, more than likely, from yet another system.
Certain little services, the voice on the phone had told him.
Certain little services. To pass judgment under laws and jurisprudence he had never heard of!
And those others, he wondered—had they heard of them?
Swiftly he bent and leafed through the phone book. He found Kamis, Vanz. Deliberately, he dialed the number.
A pleasant voice said: “Vanz Kamis is not present at the moment. Is there any message?”
And it was not right, thought Gray. He should not have phoned. There was no point in it.
“Hello,” said the pleasant voice. “Are you there?”
“Yes, I am here,” said Gray.
“Vanz Kamis is not home. Is there any message?”
“No,” said Gray. “No, thanks. There isn’t any message.”
He should not have called, he thought. The act of phoning had been an act of weakness. This was a time when a man must rely upon himself. And he had to give an answer. It was not something that could be brushed off, it was not a thing that anyone could run from.
He got his cap and jacket from the closet in the hall and let himself outside.
A golden moon had risen, the lower half of it bearing on its face the dark silhouette of the jagged pines, growing on the ridge across the river. From somewhere in the forest an owl was muttering and down in the river a fish splashed as it jumped.
Here a man could think, Gray told himself. He stood and drew the freshness of the air deep into his lungs. Here on the earth that was his own. Better than in a house that was, at least by implication, the extension of many other worlds.
He went down the path to the landing where he had beached the canoe. The canoe was there and there was water in it from the storm of the night before. He tipped it on its edge so the water could run out.
To be reviewed, that first page had said, under universal law. And was there, he wondered, such a thing as universal law?
Law could be approached in many ways, he thought. As pure philosophy, as political theory, as a history of moral ideas, as a social system, or as a set of rules. But however it was viewed, however studied, no matter what the emphasis, it had one basic function, the providing of a framework that would solve all social conflict.
Law was no static thing; it must, and did, evolve. No matter how laggard it might be, still it followed in the footsteps of the society it served.
He grinned wryly in the darkness, staring at the foaming river, remembering how, for years, he had hammered on that viewpoint in seminar and lecture.
On one planet, given time and patience and the slow process of evolution, the law could be made to square with all social concepts and with the ordered knowledge of society at large.
But was there any chance to broaden this flexibility and this logic to include not one, but many planets. Did there exist somewhere a basis for a legal concept that would apply to society in the universal sense?
It could be true, he thought. Given wisdom and work, there was a bare chance of it.
And if this should be the case, then he might be of service, or more correctly, perhaps, the law of Earth might be of help. For Earth need not be ashamed of what it had to offer. The mind of Man had lent itself to law. For more than five thousand years there was a record of Man’s concern with law and from that deep concern had come a legal evolution—or, more correctly, many evolutions. And in it might be found a point or two that could be incorporated in a universal code.
There was, throughout the universe, a common chemistry, and because of this there were those who thought that there was a common biochemistry as well.
Those other beings on those two other planets who had been named with him to review the issue set forth in the transcript could not be expected to be men, or even close to men. But given a common biochemistry, they would be basically the same sort of life as Man. They would be protoplasmic. They would make use of oxygen. The kind of things they were would be determined by nucleic acids. And their minds, while more than likely a far cry from a human mind, still would be based upon the same mechanism as the minds of Man.