They tried to shrug the incident off, but Gardner insisted. “I was very upset, that day. I wasn’t thinking clearly. I’ll have to ask you to forgive me, and to forget all that took place.”
Steeves said, “Then you really are interested in our group, Gardner?”
“Yes. But I’ve got to have more information. And there’s some information I’d better give you. It’s time to drop some of the masks. I’m not really a jewel merchant. I’m a secret agent of the Terran Security Corps.”
The Lurioni looked startled. Steeves reared back and exclaimed, “What?”
“Yes. Lurion is under very close observation by Earth, and I’m one of the observers. You understand that this is absolutely secret, not to go beyond this room.”
“Of course.”
“Very well, then. Let’s put it that Earth is extremely disturbed by the probable course of events on Lurion. Bluntly, Earth thinks the pattern is pointing toward war. But we hope to avoid this war by sponsoring groups such as yours that can alter the course of events on Lurion. Have I begun to make myself clear?”
Kinrad, Damiroj, and Steeves looked utterly floored by Gardner’s announcement. Steeves muttered, “We had no idea. I thought you were a private merchant.”
“Has anyone of an official capacity ever approached you as I’m doing now? Anyone from Earth, I mean.”
“No.” Steeves said. “We’ve only mentioned the matter to a couple of other Earthmen, close friends of mine. You were the first outsider I chose.”
“A lucky choice,” Kinrad said.
Gardner nodded. His hopes rose. If this group were really unknown, then it couldn’t have been taken into account when the computer had worked up its Lurioni extrapolation. Which meant there might still be a chance to avert the holocaust of total destruction.
Gardner said, “I’ll be returning to Earth soon, reporting to my superiors. Can you give me some idea of your program of action? How big is your group anyway?”
“We have five hundred members on three continents,” Damiroj said. “The number is growing, slowly but constantly.”
“And just what are your aims?”
It was Kinrad, the more articulate of the two, who leaned forward to speak. “Lurion is in, shall we say, a primitive stage of culture, speaking not technologically but in terms of interpersonal relationships. Our plan is to infiltrate positions of responsibility here, and gradually to bring about change.”
“We have several men in local legislatures,” Damiroj said. “Others have received judgeships. Soon we shall elect delegates to the central congress. Perhaps before long we will have a few men on the High Committee.”
“Several religious leaders have joined us,” Kinrad went on. “As we progress, we hope to gather support from influential men of business. Enlightenment is spreading. Perhaps it will take us two or three generations before our influence is felt. But it will be felt if we have support! And Lurion will change! We will break up the power blocs, the hate-mongering ones who lead us. We will reduce the competition of everyday life, the competition that turns us into beasts. We will bring the long-overdue cultural change that will transform this world!”
Eyes bright with the fervor of crusaders, Kinrad and Damiroj paused in their outburst. Gardner felt his own heart pounding. This was what could save Lurion, this upsurge from within, so unsuspected by the computer who had ordered this planet’s destruction!
This time Gardner did not rush out abruptly, as he had before. But he knew that he could leave at once. He had heard what he had hoped to hear.
He stayed on for an hour more, listening to the grandiose plans unfolding. Finally, when the time came to leave, he assured the two Lurioni that he would do everything in his power to aid their cause, and thanked Steeves profusely for having arranged the meeting.
“You’ll never know what you’ve done,” Gardner said.
And indeed Sleeves would not. But he had saved one world from destruction and another from a monstrous load of guilt if, Gardner thought, he could succeed in getting Security to order a recomputation of the probabilities. That might not prove so easy.
“Well?” Lori asked, outside in the square. “What do you think of them?”
“They’ve got a lot of enthusiasm, Lori. They know what needs to be done, and they’re going to do their damndest to do it.”
“Do you think they’ll succeed?”
Gardner shrugged. “The culture pattern of Lurion is thousands of years old. You can’t eradicate that much viciousness overnight. But the important thing is that someone will be trying to db it.”
He hailed a cab. Lori said, “What are you going to do now?”
He shrugged. “Return to Earth and put the case before my superiors.”
“Will you go alone?”
“I’ll take Smee,” he said. “He’ll never hold out here. No sense having him wait any longer. And…”
“Yes?”
“What about you, Lori? Will you go back to Earth with me? Or do you want to stay out of this whole thing? You’ve got your research to finish.”
“It can wait.”
“I might get in trouble on Earth. They might put me away for safekeeping. I know too much. So do you. It’s risky to go with me.”
“I’ll go.”
“And afterward?”
She gestured ambiguously. “I might finish my thesis. Or I might not. Let’s not worry about that now.”
In the morning, he put through a call to Smee. The conversation was brief; Gardner said that he had received word from Earth to hold the project up indefinitely, pending new considerations. “I’m going back to Earth at once. I thought you might like to come with me. It may be months before the go-ahead comes through.”
“What will you do with Weegan and Leopold?”
“They’ll stay here,” Gardner said. “They can wait a while. I know you can’t.”
“When will you pick me up?”
“Later today. I’ll land at Norivad Spaceport and have you paged.”
Gardner called Weegan and Leopold next, and informed them of the change in plans. They were both surprised and more than a little troubled by the prospect of a delay, but they agreed to stay on.
Packing was quick. Gardner unsealed the closet and took out Archer’s generator. It had been modified somewhat, to the form of a twin-turreted microscope. He stuffed it into his own luggage, sealed everything up, and went down to Lori’s room to see how she was progressing. Shorüy after noon, they checked out of the hotel and took a cab to the spaceport.
There was a brief delay while he identified himself, passed through Customs, and claimed his ship. Thankfully, his papers were all in order, though it took a small bribe to squeeze through the Customs shed without a full-scale inspection.
He and Lori trooped out onto the field. He found his ship, thumbed open the hatch, and they entered. He radioed the control tower, got blastoff clearance, pressed down on the blasting key. The ship rose, bobbed for a moment on its Jetstream, and soared into the stratosphere. Gardner navigated along a tight arc, never more than two hundred miles from the ground, as he shot along toward Norivad, the city where Smee was stationed.
“Request landing clearance,” he called, giving his identification data.
The spaceport at Norivad was very much like the one Gardner had left behind. He brought the ship down smoothly on an outjutting flange of the spacefield and asked the control tower to page his passenger for him. Ten minutes later Smee appeared, riding out from the terminal in a small truck. A porter unloaded his two pieces of baggage. Smee came aboard, looking like an old man, bent, roundshouldered, his face withered, his eyes dreary.
“I don’t understand,” Smee muttered, as he settled down inside the ship. “They let me rot here for seven months, and then they call the whole thing off. As if I was a robot. As if I didn’t have feelings.”