Navy-the Stretts-even the Board?”
“They’re my business, Bill, not yours. However, to give you a little boost, I’ll tell you.
With the Navy, I’ll give ’em the Fuel Bin if I have to. The Omans have been taking care
of the Stretts for twenty-seven centuries, so I’m not the least bit worried about their
ability to keep on doing it for ten years more. And if the Board-or anybody else sticks
their runny little noses into Project Theta Orionis I’ll slap a quarantine onto both these
solar systems that a microbe couldn’t get through!” “You’d go that far? Why, you’d be . .
.”
“Do you think I wouldn’t?” Hilton snapped. “Look at me, Junior!” Eyes locked and held.
“Do you think, for one minute, that I’ll let anybody on all of God’s worlds pull me off of
this job or interfere with my handling of it unless and until I’m damned positively certain
that we can’t handle it?”
Karns relaxed visibly; the lines of strain eased. “Putting it in those words makes me
feel better. I will sleep tonight-and without any pills, either.”
“Sure you will. One more thought. We all put in more than ten years getting our Terran
educations, and an Oman education is a lot tougher.”
Really smiling for the first time in weeks, Karns left the office and Hilton glanced again
at his clock.
Pretty late now to see Teddy . . . besides, he’d better not. She was probably keyed up
about as high as Bill was, and in no shape to do the kind of thinking he wanted of her
on this stuff. Better wait a couple of days.
On the following morning, before breakfast, Theodora was waiting for him outside the
mess-hall.
“Good morning, Jarve,” she caroled. Reaching up, she took him by both ears, pulled
his head down and kissed him. As soon as he perceived her intent, he cooperated
enthusiastisally. “What did you do to Bill?”
“Oh, you don’t love me for myself alone, then, but just on account of that big jerk?”
“That’s right.” Her artist’s model face, startlingly beautiful now, fairly glowed.
Just then Temple Bells strolled up to them. “Morning, you two lovely people.” She
hugged Hilton’s arms as usual. “Shame on you, Teddy. But I wish I had the nerve to
kiss him like that.”
“Nerve? You?” Teddy laughed as Hilton picked Temple up and kissed her in exactly
the same fashion-he hoped!-as he had just kissed Teddy. “You’ve got more nerve than
an aching tooth. But as Jarve would say it, ‘scat, kitten.’ We’re having breakfast a la
twosome. We’ve got things to talk about.”
“All right for you,” Temple said darkly, although her dazzling smile belied her tone. That
first kiss, casual-seeming as it had been, had carried vastly more freight than any
observer could perceive. “I’ll hunt Bill up and make passes at him, see if I don’t. That’ll
learn ya!”
Theodora and Hilton did have their breakfast d deux-but she did not realize until
afterward that he had not answered her question as to what he bad done to her Bill.
As has been said, Hilton had made it a prime factor of his job to become thoroughly
well acquainted with every member of his staff. He had studied them en masse, in
groups and singly. He had never, however, cornered Theodora Blake for individual
study. Considering the power and the quality of her mind, and the field which was her
speciality, it had not been necessary.
Thus it was with no ulterior motives at all that, three evenings later, he walked into her
cubby-hole office and tossed the stapled papers onto her desk. “Free for a couple of
minutes, Teddy? I’ve got troubles.”
“I’ll say you have.” Her lovely lips curled into an expression he had never before seen
her wear-a veritable sneer. “But these are not them.” She tossed the papers into a
drawer and stuck out her chin. Her face turned as hard as such a beautiful face could.
Her eyes dug steadily into his.
Hilton-inwardly-flinched. His mind flashed backward. She too had been working under
stress, of course; but that wasn’t enough. What could he have possibly done to put
Teddy Blake, of all people, onto such a warpath as this?
“I’ve been wondering when you were going to try to put me through your wringer,” she
went on, in the same cold, hard voice, “and I’ve been waiting to tell you something. You
have wrapped all the other women around your fingers like so many rings-and what a
sickening exhibition that has been! but you are not going to make either a ring or a
lap-dog out of me.”
Almost but not quite too late Hilton saw through that perfect act. He seized her right
hand in both of his, held it up over her head, and waved it back and forth in the sign of
victory.
“Socked me with my own club!” he exulted, laughing delightedly, boyishly. “And came
within a tenth of a split red hair! If it hadn’t been so absolutely out of character you’d’ve
got away with it. What a load of stuff! I was right-of all the women on this project, you’re
the only one I’ve ever been really afraid of.”
“Oh, damn. Ouch!” She grinned ruefully. “I hit you with everything I had and it just
bounced. You’re an operator, chief. Hit ’em hard, at completely unexpected angles.
Keep ’em staggering, completely off balance. Tell ’em nothing-let ’em deduce your lies
for themselves. And if anybody tries to slug you back, like I did just now, duck it and
clobber him in another unprotected spot. Watching you work has been not only a
delight, but also a liberal education.”
“Thanks. I love you, too, Teddy.” He lighted two cigarettes, handed her one. “I’m glad,
though, to lay it flat on the table with you, because in any battle of wits with you I’m
licked before we start.”
“Yeah. You just proved it. And after licking me hands down, you think you can square it
by swinging the old shovel that way?” She did not quite know whether to feel resentful
or not.
“Think over a couple of things. First, with the possible exception of Temple Bells, you’re
the best brain aboard.”
“No. You are. Then Temple. Then there are . . .”
“Hold it. You know as well as I do that accurate self judgment is impossible. Second,
the jam we’re in. D6 I, or don’t I, want to lay it on the table with you, now and from here
on? Bore into that with your Class A Double-Prime brain. Then tell me.” He leaned
back, half-closed his eyes and smoked lazily.
She stiffened; narrowed her eyes in concentration; and thought. Finally: “Yes, you do;
and I’m gladder of that then you will ever know.”
“I think I know already, since you’re her best friend and the only other woman I know of
in her class. But I came in to kick a couple of things around with you. As you’ve noticed,
that’s getting to be my favorite indoor sport. Probably because I’m a sort of jack-leg
theoretician myself.”
“You can frame that, Jarve, as the understatement of the century. But first, you are
going to answer that question you sidestepped so neatly.”
“What I did to Bill? I finally convinced him that nobody expected the team to do that big
a job overnight. That you could have ten years. Or more, if necessary.”
“I see.” She frowned. “But you and I both know that we can’t string it out that long.”
He did not answer immediately. “We could. But we probably won’t .. unless we have to.
We should know, long before that, whether we’ll have to switch to some other line of
attack. You’ve considered the possibilities, of course. Have you got anything in shape to
do a fine-tooth on?”
“Not yet. That is, except for the ultimate, which is too ghastly to even consider except
as an ultimately last resort. Have you?”
“I know what you mean. No, I haven’t, either. You don’t think, then, that we had better
do any collaborative thinking yet?”
“Definitely not. There’s altogether too much danger of setting both our lines of thought
into one dead-end channel.” “Check. The other thing I wanted from you is your consid-
ered opinion as to my job on the organization as a whole. And don’t pull your punches.
Are we in good shape or not? What can I do to improve the setup?”
“I have already considered that very thing-at great length. And honestly, Jarve, I don’t
see how it can be improved in any respect. You’ve done a marvelous job. Much better
than I thought possible at first.” He heaved a deep sigh of relief and she went on: “This
could very easily become a God-awful mess. But the Board knew what they were
doing-especially as to top man-so there are only about four people aboard who realize