The Pirates of Ersatz Part 6

The plainclothesman dithered.

"How's he going to get to the s.p.a.ceport?"

"I wouldn't know," said the servant. "They've figured out some way. I could use a little extra money, too."

He lingered, but the plainclothesman was staring at the innocent, inviolable parcels about to leave the Emba.s.sy for distant parts. He took note of sizes and descriptions. No. Not yet. But if Hoddan was leaving he had to leave the Emba.s.sy. If he left the Emba.s.sy....

The plainclothesman bolted. He made a breathless report by the portable communicator set up for just such use. He told what the Emba.s.sy servant had said, and the inference to be drawn from it, the suspicions to be entertained--and there he stopped short. Orders came back to him. Orders were given in all directions. Somebody was going to distinguish himself by catching Hoddan, and undercover politics worked to decide who it should be. Even the job of guard outside the Emba.s.sy became desirable.

So fresh, alert plainclothesmen arrived. They were bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, and they took over. Weary, hungry men yielded up their posts. They went home. The man who'd gotten the infallibly certain clue went home too, disgruntled because he wasn't allowed a share in the credit for Hoddan's capture. But he was glad of it later.

Inside the Emba.s.sy, Hoddan finished his breakfast with the amba.s.sador.

"I'm giving you," said the amba.s.sador, "that letter to the character on Darth. I told you about him. He's some sort of n.o.bleman and has need of an electronic engineer. On Darth they're rare to nonexistent. But his letter wasn't too specific."

"I remember," agreed Hoddan. "I'll look him up. Thanks."

"Somehow," said the amba.s.sador, "I cherish unreasonable hopes of you, Hoddan. A psychologist would say that your group identification is low and your cyclothymia practically a minus quant.i.ty, while your ergic tension is pleasingly high. He'd mean that with reasonable good fortune you will raise more h.e.l.l than most. I wish you that good fortune. And Hoddan--"

"Yes?"

"I don't urge you to be vengeful," explained the amba.s.sador, "but I do hope you won't be too forgiving of these characters who'd have jailed you for life. You've scared them badly. It's very good for them.

Anything more you can do in that line will be really a kindness, and as such will positively not be appreciated, but it'll be well worth doing.... I say this because I like the way you plan things. And any time I can be of service--"

"Thanks," said Hoddan, "but I'd better get going for the s.p.a.ceport."

He'd write Nedda from Darth. "I'll get set for it."

He rose. The amba.s.sador stood up too.

"I like the way you plan things," he repeated appreciatively. "We'll check over that box."

They left the Emba.s.sy dining room together.

It was well after sunrise when Hoddan finished his breakfast, and the bright and watchful new plainclothesmen were very much on the alert outside. By this time the sunshine had lost its early ruddy tint, and the trees about the city were vividly green, and the sky had become appropriately blue--as the skies on all human-occupied planets are.

There was the beginning of traffic. Some was routine movement of goods and vehicles. But some was special.

For example, the trucks which came to carry the Emba.s.sy shipment to the s.p.a.ceport. They were perfectly ordinary trucks, hired in a perfectly ordinary way by the amba.s.sador's secretary. They came trundling across the square and into the Emba.s.sy gate. The ostentatiously loafing plainclothesmen could look in and see the waiting parcels loaded on them. The first truckload was quite unsuspicious. There was no package in the lot which could have held a man in even the most impossibly cramped of positions.

But the police took no chances. Ten blocks from the Emba.s.sy the cops stopped it and verified the licenses and ident.i.ties of the driver and his helper. This was a moderately lengthy business. While it went on, plainclothesmen worked over the packages in the truck's body and put stethoscopes to any of more than one cubic foot capacity.

They waved the truck on. Meanwhile the second truck was loading up. And the watching, ostensible loafers saw that nearly the last item to be put on it was a large box which hadn't been visible before. It was carried with some care, and it was marked fragile, and it was put into place and wedged fast with other parcels.

The plainclothesmen looked at each other with antic.i.p.atory glee. One of them reported the last large box with almost lyric enthusiasm. When the second truck left the Emba.s.sy with the large box, a police truck came innocently out of nowhere and just happened to be going the same way.

Ten blocks away, again the truck load of Emba.s.sy parcels was flagged down and its driver's license and ident.i.ty was verified. A plainclothesman put a stethoscope on the questionable case. He beamed, and made a suitable signal.

The truck went on, while zestful, Machiavelian plans took effect.

Five blocks farther, an unmarked empty truck came hurtling out of a side street, sideswiped the truck from the Emba.s.sy, and went careening away down the street without stopping. The trailing police truck made no attempt at pursuit. Instead, it stopped helpfully by the truck which had been hit. A wheel was hopelessly gone. So uniformed police, with conspicuously happy expressions, cleared a s.p.a.ce around the stalled truck and stood guard over the parcels under diplomatic seal. With eager helpfulness, they sent for other transportation for the Emba.s.sy's shipment.

A sneeze was heard from within the ma.s.s of guarded freight, and the policemen shook hands with each other. When subst.i.tute trucks came--there were two of them--they loaded one high with Emba.s.sy parcels and sent it off to the s.p.a.ceport with their blessing. There remained just one, single, large-sized box to be put on the second vehicle. They b.u.mped it on the ground, and a startled grunt came from within.

There was an atmosphere of innocent enjoyment all about as the police tenderly loaded this large box on the second truck they'd sent for, and festooned themselves about it as it trundled away. Strangely, it did not head directly for the s.p.a.ceport. The police carefully explained this to each other in loud voices. Then some of them were afraid the box hadn't heard, so they knocked on it. The box coughed, and it seemed hilariously amusing to the policemen that the contents of a freight parcel should cough. They expressed deep concern and--addressing the box--explained that they were taking it to the Detention Building, where they would give it some cough medicine.

The box swore at them, despairingly. They howled with childish laughter, and a.s.sured the box that after they had opened it and given it cough medicine they would close it again very carefully--leaving the diplomatic seal unbroken--and deliver it to the s.p.a.ceport so it could go on its way.

The box swore again, luridly. The truck which carried it hastened. The box teetered and b.u.mped and jounced with the swift motion of the vehicle that carried it and all the police around it. Bitter, enraged, and highly unprintable language came from within.

The police were charmed. Even so early in the morning they seemed inclined to burst into song. When the Detention Building gate opened for it, and closed again behind it, there was a welcoming committee in the courtyard. It included a jailer with a bandaged head and a look of vengeful satisfaction on his face, and no less than three guards who had been given baths by a high-pressure hose when Bron Hoddan departed from his cell. They wore unamiable expressions.

And then, while the box swore very bitterly, somebody tenderly loosened a plank--being careful not to disturb the diplomatic seal--and pulled it away with a triumphant gesture. Then all the police could look into the box. And they did.

Then there was dead silence, except for the voice that came from a two-way communicator set inside.

"_And now_," said the voice from the box--and only now did anybody notice what the m.u.f.fling effect of the boards had hidden, that it was a speaker-unit which had sworn and coughed and sneezed--"_we take our leave of the planet Walden and its happy police force, who wave to us as our s.p.a.ce-liner lifts toward the skies. The next sound you hear will be that of their lamentations at our departure._"

But the next sound was a howl of fury. The police were very much disappointed to learn that Hoddan hadn't been in the box, but only one-half of a two-way communication pair, and that Hoddan had coughed and sneezed and sworn at them from the other instrument somewhere else.

Now he signed off.

The s.p.a.ce liner was not lifting off just yet. It was still solidly aground in the center of the landing grid. Hoddan had bade farewell to his audience from the floor of the amba.s.sador's ground-car, which at that moment was safely within the extra-territorial circle about the s.p.a.ceship. He turned off the set and got up and brushed himself off. He got out of the car. The amba.s.sador followed him and shook his hand.

"You have a touch," said the amba.s.sador sedately. "You seem inspired at times, Hoddan! You have a gift for infuriating const.i.tuted authority.

You should plot at your art. You may go far!"

He shook hands again and watched Hoddan walk into the lift which should raise him--and did raise him--to the entrance port of the s.p.a.ce liner.

Twenty minutes later the force fields of the giant landing grid lifted the liner smoothly out to s.p.a.ce. The twenty-thousand-ton vessel went out to five planetary diameters, where its Lawlor drive could take hold of relatively unstressed s.p.a.ce. There the ship jockeyed for line, and then there was that curious, momentary disturbance of all one's sensations which was the effect of the overdrive field going on. Then everything was normal again, except that the liner was speeding for the planet Krim at something more than thirty times the speed of light.

Normality extended through all the galaxy so far inhabited by men. There were worlds on which there was peace, and worlds on which there was tumult. There were busy, zestful young worlds, and languid, weary old ones. From the Near Rim to the farthest of occupied systems, planets circled their suns, and men lived on them, and every man took himself seriously and did not quite believe that the universe had existed before he was born or would long survive his loss.

Time pa.s.sed. Comets let out vast streamers like bridal veils and swept toward and around their suns. Some of them--one in ten thousand, or twenty--were possibly seen by human eyes. The liner bearing Hoddan sped through the void.

In time it made a landfall on the Planet Krim. He went aground and observed the s.p.a.ceport city. It was new and bustling with tall buildings and traffic jams and a feverish conviction that the purpose of living was to earn more money this year than last. Its s.p.a.ceport was chaotically busy. Hoddan had time for swift sightseeing of one city only and an estimate of what the people of such a planet would be sure they wanted. He saw slums and gracious public buildings, and went back to the s.p.a.ceport and the liner which then rose upon the landing grid's force fields until Krim was a great round ball below it. Then there was again a jockeying for line, and the liner winked out of sight and was again journeying at thirty times the speed of light.

Again time pa.s.sed. In one of the remoter galaxies a super-nova flamed, and on a rocky, barren world a small living thing squirmed experimentally--and to mankind the one event was just as important as the other.

But presently the liner from Krim and Walden appeared in Darth as the tiniest of shimmering pearly specks against the blue. To the north and east and west of the s.p.a.ceport, rugged mountains rose steeply. Patches of snow showed here and there, and naked rock reared boldly in spurs and precipices. But there were trees on all the lower slopes, and there was not really a timberline.

The s.p.a.ce liner increased in size, descending toward the landing grid.

The grid itself was a monstrous lattice of steel, half a mile high and enclosing a circle not less in diameter. It filled much the larger part of the level valley floor, and horned _duryas_ and what Hoddan later learned were horses grazed in it. The animals paid no attention to the deep-toned humming noise the grid made in its operation.

The ship seemed the size of a pea. Presently it was the size of an apple. Then it was the size of a basketball, and then it swelled enormously and put out spidery metal legs with large splay metal feet on them and alighted and settled gently to the ground. The humming stopped.