Cloud switched to thought. 'Nordquist, you you can stop this if you want to. can stop this if you want to. Do Do it.' it.'

'I can't, and you know I can't. The Patrol does not and cannot interfere in purely planetary affairs.'

'You intend, then,' Cloud demanded furiously, 'to let this girl put her naked hands and teeth up against four trigger-happy gunnies with DeLameters?'

'Just that. There's nothing else I or any other Patrolman can do. To interfere in this one instance would alienate half the planets of Civilization and set the Patrol back five hundred years.'

'Well, even though I'm a Patrolman-of sorts-/ can do something about it!' Cloud blazed, 'and by G.o.d, I will!'

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forcibly at first, then became dubious: 'That is, if it doesn't mean getting you you blasted, too.' blasted, too.'

'Just what?' Nordquist's thought was sharp. 'Oh, I see ... and, being a Vegian, as well as a Patrolman, and the acknowledged friend of both the dead man and his sister ...'

'Who's a Vegian?' Cloud demanded.

'You are, and so are the other five of your group, as you would have been informed if the party had not been broken up so violently. Honorary Vegians, for life."

'Why, I never heard heard of such a thing!' Joan exclaimed, 'and I studied them for years!' of such a thing!' Joan exclaimed, 'and I studied them for years!'

"No, you never did,' Nordquist agreed. 'There haven't been many honorary Vegians, and to my certain knowledge, not one of them has ever talked. Vegians are very strongly pyschic in picking their off-world friends.'

'You mean to tell me that that bleached blonde over there won't spill everything she knows fifteen minutes after we leave here?' Cloud demanded.

'Just that. You can't judge character by hair, even if it were bleached, which it isn't. You owe her an apology, Storm."

'If you say so, I do, and I hereby apologize, but...'

'But to get back to the subject,' the Lensman went on, narrowing his thought down so sharply as to exclude Joan, 'You can do something. You're the only only one who can. Such being the case, and since you are no longer indispensable, I withdraw all objections. Go ahead.' one who can. Such being the case, and since you are no longer indispensable, I withdraw all objections. Go ahead.'

Cloud started a thought, but Joan blanked him out. 'Lensman, has Storm been sending-can he send information to you that 7 can't dig out of his mind ?' he send information to you that 7 can't dig out of his mind ?'

'Very easily. He is an exceptionally fine tuner.'

'I'm sorry, Joanie,' Cloud thought, hastily, 'but it sounded too much like bragging to let you in on. However, you're in from now on.'

Then, aloud, 'Vesta, I'm staying with you,' he said, quietly.

'I was sure you would,' she said, as quietly. "You are my friend and Zamke's. Although your customs are not exactly like ours, a man of your odor does not desert his friends.'

Cloud turned then to the four lieutenants, who stood close-grouped. 'Will you four kids please go back to the ship, and take Joan with you?"

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spicuous bronze b.u.t.ton set into a shoulder-strap. "We both rate Blaster Expert First. Count us in,' and Bob added: 'Joan has been telling us an earful, and what she didn't tell us a couple of Vegian boys did, The Three Honorary Vegian Musketeers; that's us. Lead on, d'Artagnan!' 'Bob and Joe are staying, too, Vesta.' Cloud said then. 'Of course. I'm sorry I didn't tell you myself about being adopted, but I knew somebody would. But you, Joan and Barbara and Helen, you three had better go back to the ship. You can be of no use here.'

Two of them were willing enough to go, but: 'Where Neal Cloud goes, I go,' Joan said, and there was no doubt whatever that she meant exactly that.

'Why?' Vesta demanded. 'Commander Cloud, the fastest gunman in all s.p.a.ce, is necessary for the success of this our mission. He can, from a cold, bell-tone start, at thirty yards, burn the centers out of six irregularly-s.p.a.ced targets ...'

'Nordquist! Lay off! What in h.e.l.l h.e.l.l do you think you're doing?' Cloud thought, viciously. do you think you're doing?' Cloud thought, viciously.

'I don't think-I know' know' came instant reply. 'Do you want her hanging on your left arm when the blasting starts? This is the only came instant reply. 'Do you want her hanging on your left arm when the blasting starts? This is the only possible possible way Joan Janowick can be handled. Lay off yourself!' and Vesta's voice went calmly on: way Joan Janowick can be handled. Lay off yourself!' and Vesta's voice went calmly on: '... in exactly two hundred and forty nine mils. Lieutenant Mackay and Lieutenant Ingalls, although perhaps not absolutely necessary, are highly desirable. They are fast enough, and are of deadly accuracy. When either of them shoots a man in a crowd, however large, that one man dies, and not a dozen bystanders. Now just what good would you you be, Lieutenant-Commander Janowick? Can you fire a blaster with any one of these men? Or bite a man's throat out with me?' be, Lieutenant-Commander Janowick? Can you fire a blaster with any one of these men? Or bite a man's throat out with me?'

For probably the first time in her life, Joan Janowick stood mute.

'And suppose you do do come along,' Vesta continued relentlessly. 'With come along,' Vesta continued relentlessly. 'With you you at his side, in the line of fire, do you suppose ...' at his side, in the line of fire, do you suppose ...'

'Just a minute-shut up, Vesta!' Cloud ordered, roughly. 'Listen, all of you. The Lensman is doing this, not Vesta, and I'll be d.a.m.ned if I'll let anybody, not even a Lensman, bedevil my Joan this way. So, Joan, wherever we go, you can come along. All I ask is, you'll keep a little ways back?'

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'Of course I will, Storm,' and Joan crept into the shelter of his arm.

'Ha-I thought you'd pop off at about this point,' Nordquist's thought came chattily into Cloud's mind. 'Good work, my boy; you've consolidated your position no end.'

'Well, what do we do now?' Joe Mackay broke the somewhat sticky silence that followed.

'We wait," Vesta said, calmly. 'We wait right here until we receive news.'

They waited; and, as they waited the tension mounted and mounted. Before it became intolerable, however, the news came in, and Cloud, reading Vesta's mind as the ultra-sonic information was received, relayed it to other Tellurians. The murderer and his four bodyguards were at that moment entering a theater less than one city block away ...

'Why, they couldn't couldn't be!' Helen protested. be!' Helen protested. 'n.o.body 'n.o.body could be could be that that stupid ... or ... I wonder ...?' stupid ... or ... I wonder ...?'

'I wonder, too.' This from Joan. "Yes, it would be the supremely clever thing to do; the perfect place to hide for a few hours while the worst of the storm blows over and they can complete their planned getaway. Provided, of course, they're out-worlders and thus don't know what we Vegians can do with our wonderful sense of smell. Of course they aren't an Aldebarian and four Tellurians any more, are they?'

'No, they are five Centralians now. Perfectly innocent. They think their blasters are completely hidden under those long over shins, but now and again a bulge shows-they've still got blasters on their hips. The theater's crowded, but the five friends want to sit together. The manager thinks it could be arranged, by paying a small gratuity to a few seat holders who would like to make a fast credit that way ... he'll place them and it's almost time for us to go. 'Bye, Joanie-stay back, remember !' and she was in his arms.

'How about it, Helen?' Joe asked. 'Surely you're going to kiss your Porthos goodbye, aren't you?'

'Of a surety, m'enfant!' she exclaimed, and did so with enthusiasm. 'But it's more like Aramis, I think-he kissed everybody, you know-and since I'm not hooked like Joan is-yet- don't think that this is establishing a precedent.'

'Well, Babs, that leaves you and me.' Bob reached out-she was standing beside him-and pulled her close. 'QX ?'

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'Why, I ... I guess so.' Barbara blushed furiously. "But Bob ... is it really dangerous?' dangerous?' she whispered. she whispered.

'I don't know. Not very, really, I don't think. At least I certainly hope hope not. But blasters are not. But blasters are not not cap-pistols, you know, and whenever one goes off it can raise pure h.e.l.l. Why? Would you really miss me?' cap-pistols, you know, and whenever one goes off it can raise pure h.e.l.l. Why? Would you really miss me?'

'You know know I would, Bob,' and her kiss had more fervor than either she or he would have believed possible a few minutes before. And at its end she laughed, shakily, and blushed again as she said, 'I've got sort of used to having you around, so be I would, Bob,' and her kiss had more fervor than either she or he would have believed possible a few minutes before. And at its end she laughed, shakily, and blushed again as she said, 'I've got sort of used to having you around, so be sure sure and come back.' and come back.'

They left the building and walked rapidly along a strangely quiet street to the theater. Without a word they were ushered up a short flight of stairs.

'Hold up, Vesta!' Cloud thought sharply. 'We can't see a thing-wait a couple of minutes.'

They waited five minutes, during which time they learned exactly where the enemy were and discussed every detail of the proposed attack.

'I still still can't see well enough to shoot,' Cloud said then. 'Can they give us a little glow of light?' can't see well enough to shoot,' Cloud said then. 'Can they give us a little glow of light?'

They could. By almost imperceptible increments the thick, soft blackness was relieved.

'That's enough.' The light, such as it was, steadied. 'Ready?' Vesta's voice was a savage growl, low, deep in her throat. 'Ready.'

'No more noise, then.'

They walked forward to the balcony's edge, leaned over it, looked down. Directly beneath Vesta's head was seated a man in Centralian garb; four others were behind, in front of, and at each side of, their chief.

'Now!' Vesta yelled, and flung herself over the low railing. At her shout four Vegians ripped four Centralian shirts apart, seized four hip-holstered blasters, and shouted with glee-but they shouted too soon. For the real gun-slick, then as now, did not work from the hip, but out of his sleeve; and these were four of the coldest, fastest killers to be found throughout the far flung empire of Boskone. Thus, all four flashed into action even before they began rising to their feet.

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out and ready. He knew what those hands were doing, in the instant of their starting to do it, and his DeLameter flamed three times in what was practically one very short blast. He had to move a little before he could sight on the fourth guard-Vesta's furiously active body was in the way-so Joe and Bob each got a shot, too. Three bolts of lightning hit that luckless wight at once, literally cremating him in air as he half-crouched, bringing his blaster to bear on the catapulting thing attacking his boss.

When Vesta went over the rail she did not jump to the floor below. Instead, her hands locked on the edge; her feet dug into the latticework of the ap.r.o.n. She squatted. Her tail flashed down, wrapping itself twice around the zwilnik's neck. She heaved, then, and climbed with everything she had; and as she stood upright on the railing, eager hands reached down to help her tail lift its burden up into the balcony. The man struck the floor with a thud and Vesta jumped at him.

'Your fingers first-one at a time,' she snarled; and, seizing a hand, she brought it toward her mouth.

She paused then as if thunderstruck; a dazed, incredulous expression spreading over her face. Bending over, she felt, curiously, tenderly, of his neck.

'Why, he ... he's dead!' dead!' she gasped. 'His neck ... it's ... it's she gasped. 'His neck ... it's ... it's broken! broken! From such a little, tiny pull as From such a little, tiny pull as that? that? Why, Why, anybody anybody ought to have a stronger neck than ought to have a stronger neck than that!' that!'

She straightened up; then, as a crowd of Vegians and the Tellurian women came up, she became instantly her old, gay self. 'Well, shall we all go back and finish our dance?' 'What?' Cloud demanded. 'After this?' this?'

'Why certainly,' Vesta said, brightly. 'I'm sorry, of course, that I killed him so quickly, but it doesn't make any real difference. Zamke is avenged; he can now enjoy himself. We'll join him in a few years, more or less. Until then, what would you do? What you call "mourn"?'

'I don't know ... I simply don't know,' Cloud said, slowly, his arm tightening around Joan's supple waist. 'I thought I'd seen everything, but ... I suppse you can have somebody take that body out to the ship, so they can check it for ident.i.ty?'

'Oh, yes. I'll do that. Right away. You're sure you don't want to dance any more?'

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'Very sure, my dear. Very Very sure. All / want to do is take Joan back to the ship.' sure. All / want to do is take Joan back to the ship.'

'QX I won't see you again this trip, then; your hours are so funny. I'll send for my things. And I won't say good-bye, Captain Nealcloud and you other wonderful people, because we'll see each other again, soon and often. Just so-long, and thanks tremendously for all you have done for me.'

And Vesta the Vegian strode away, purring contentedly to herself-tail high.

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17: The Call

The Lensmen and their Patrolmen, having made sure that the body of Zamke's murderer was in fact that of the long-sought Fairchild, went unostentatiously about their various businesses. The six Tellurians, although shaken no little by their climactic experience on Vegia, returned soon to normal and resumed their accustomed routines of life-with certain outstanding variations. Thus, Helen and Joe flirted joyously and sparced dextrously, but neither was ever to be found tete-a-tete with anyone else. And thus, Bob and Barbara, neither flirting nor sparring, became quietly but enthusiastically inseparable. And thus, between Joan and Cloud, so close even before Vegia, the bonding became so tight that their two minds were, to all intents and puposes, one mind.

The week on Vegia was over. The Vortex Blaster II Vortex Blaster II was loafing through the void at idling speed. Cloud was pacing the floor in his office. Joan, lounging in a deeply-cushioned chair with legs stuck out an an angle of forty-five degrees to each other, was smoking a cigarette and watching him, with her eyes agleam. was loafing through the void at idling speed. Cloud was pacing the floor in his office. Joan, lounging in a deeply-cushioned chair with legs stuck out an an angle of forty-five degrees to each other, was smoking a cigarette and watching him, with her eyes agleam.

'Confound it, I wish they'd hurry up with that fine-tooth,' he said, flipping his half-smoked cigarette at a receptacle and paying no attention to the fact that he missed it by over a foot. 'How can I tell Captain Ross where to go when I don't know myself?'

'That's one thing I just love love about you, my pet,' Joan drawled. "You're so wonderfully, so superhumanly about you, my pet,' Joan drawled. "You're so wonderfully, so superhumanly patient. patient. You know as well as I do that the absolutely irreducible minimum of time is twenty-six minutes from now, and that they'll probably find something they'll want to study for a minute or so after they get there. So light somewhere, why don't you, and unseethe yourself?' You know as well as I do that the absolutely irreducible minimum of time is twenty-six minutes from now, and that they'll probably find something they'll want to study for a minute or so after they get there. So light somewhere, why don't you, and unseethe yourself?'

'Touche, Joan.' He sat down with a thump. 'Has Doctor Janowick a prescription specific for the ailment?'

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minds apart cell by cell; to tap their subconscious ancestral memories, even-if there are such things-for a thousand generations back.' He looked at her curiously. 'You know, I think you must have some ghoul blood in you somewhere? I tell you again, those girls are friends friends of ours!' of ours!'

'So what?' she grinned at him, entirely unabashed. 'You'll have to get rid of that squeamishness some day; it's the biggest roadblock there is on the Way of Knowledge. If not them, how would Nadine suit you?' 'Worse yet. She's just as good at this business as we are, maybe better, and she probably wouldn't like it.'

'You may have something there. We'll save her for last, and call on her formally, with announcements and everything. Vesta, then?'

'Now you're squeaking, little mouse. But no deep digging for you're squeaking, little mouse. But no deep digging for a while. We'll take it easy and light-we don't want to do any damage we may not be able to undo. As I told you before, my brain is firing on altogether too d.a.m.n many barrels that I simply don't know what are doing. Let's go.'

They fused their minds-an effortless process now-and were at their objective instantaneously.

Vesta was primping; enjoying sensuously the physical feel of her physical body even as dozens of parts of speech of dozens of different languages went racing through her mind. And, one layer down, she was wishing she were old enough to be a newly-wed; wishing she had a baby of her own ... babies were so cute and soft and cuddlesome ...

Then Tommie. Cloud and Joan enjoyed with her the strong, rank, sense-satisfying flavor of a Venerian cigar and studied with her the intricate electronic equations of a proposed modification of the standard deep-s.p.a.ce drive. And, one layer down, the Tomingan engineer, too, was thinking of love and of babies. What was all this s.p.a.ce hopping getting her, anyway? It didn't stop the ache, fill the void, satisfy the longing. As soon as this cruise was over, she was going back to Tominga, tell Hanko she was ready, and settle down. A husband and a family did tie a woman down something fierce-but what price freedom to wander when you wake up in the middle of the night from dreaming of a baby in your arms, only to find the baby isn't there?

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Then Thlaskan and Maluleme. They were seated, arms around each other, on a davenport in their own home on Chickladoria. They were not talking, merely feeling. They were deeply, truly, tremendously in love. In the man's mind there was a background of his work, of pilotry, of orbits and charts and computations. There was a flash of sincere liking for Cloud, the best boss and the finest figure-man he had ever known; but practically all of his mind was full of love for the wonderful woman at his side. In hers, at the moment, there were only two things; love of her husband and longing for the child which she might already have succeeded in conceiving ... Cloud wrenched their linked minds away. 'This is monstrous, Joan!'

'What's monstrous about it?' she asked, quietly. 'Nothing. It isn't. Women need need children, Storm. All women, everywhere. Now that I've found children, Storm. All women, everywhere. Now that I've found you, I you, I can scarcely wait to have some myself. And listen, Storm, please. Before we visit Nadine, you must make up your mind to face facts- can scarcely wait to have some myself. And listen, Storm, please. Before we visit Nadine, you must make up your mind to face facts-any kind of facts- without flinching and shying away and getting mental goose-b.u.mps all over your psyche.' kind of facts- without flinching and shying away and getting mental goose-b.u.mps all over your psyche.'

'I see what you mean. In a fully telephathic race there couldn't be any real privacy without a continuous block, and that probably wouldn't be very feasible.'

'No, you don't don't see what I mean. You aren't even on the right road-your whole see what I mean. You aren't even on the right road-your whole concept concept is wrong. There couldn't be any is wrong. There couldn't be any thought, thought, even of privacy, no even of privacy, no conception conception of such a thing. of such a thing. Think Think a minute! From birth-from the very birth of the whole race- full and open meetings of minds must have been the norm of thought. That kind of thing is-must be-what Nadine is accustomed to at home.' a minute! From birth-from the very birth of the whole race- full and open meetings of minds must have been the norm of thought. That kind of thing is-must be-what Nadine is accustomed to at home.'

'Hm ... I never thought... you go see her, Joan, and I'll stay home.'

'What good would that that do? Whatever you may be, my dear, I know darn well you're do? Whatever you may be, my dear, I know darn well you're not not stupid.' stupid.'

'Not exactly stupid, maybe, but I haven't thought this thing through the way you have ... of course, if she's half as good as we know she is, she's read us both already, clear down, to the footings of our foundations ... but this thing of a full full meeting of minds with anybody but you ...' meeting of minds with anybody but you ...'

'You haven't a thing to hide, you know. At least, / know, whether you do or not.'

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'No? How do you figure that? Maybe you think so, but ... I've tried, of course, but I've failed a lot oftener than I succeeded.'

'Who hasn't? You're not unique, my dear. Shall we go?'