Operation Luna by Anderson, Poul. Part four

can’t go into detail. That’d endanger us. However, I can share something

special, if you’ll keep it to your absolute self.”

Her forefinger drew a cross over her lips. “On my soul’s honor.” How

utterly solemn she could be!

But when I spoke of the spacecraft plans we’d gotten from a source I

must not name, of the possibility of Operation Luna making an end run

around both the politicians and the enemy, she shouted and laughed and

sprang into my lap to hug me. “Magniff! Like–like stars in the mashed

potatoes! Oh, Daddy-man, you are a sly old woof]”

“Easy, there,” I urged after she’d calmed slightly. “This is at the

earliest stage, remember. Don’t count your chickens when the rooster’s

barely been introduced to the hen. Probably your mother and I will have

to go back east for a week or two and investigate further.” That

misdirection hadn’t hurt me when we used it before. It did this time.

“If so, Uncle Will will move in here, but most of the housekeeping

responsibility will fall on you. He knows as much as you do about our

new prospects, so you and he can discuss them if you want, but only when

you’re strictly alone. Mainly, though, what we need you for, starting

this day, is to create a better atmosphere at home. Join with us in

lifting Ben and, especially, Chryssa out of their fears. If they see you

relaxed and cheerful–savvy?”

After she had swallowed hard, her answer came bravely. “Sí, señor. I

feel a lot better already.”

“Good. We can maybe figure out tactics, like jokes and games. But

first– Well, no denying there’ll be a load on you, and it may from time

to time get heavy. Are you prepared to shoulder it?”

“I am.”

“Okay. In return, your sentence of confinement to quarters is commuted

as of tomorrow morning. Go out and have fun while you can, punkin.”

“Th-th-thanks.” The youthful earnestness remained. “I’ll always be on

call, sir. And if anything really bad happens while you’re gone–” Fire

blazed up. “God help the baddies!”

That alarmed me a bit as I recalled Sneep’s visit, plus various earlier

incidents. Feeling it would be unwise to spoil the present mood, I

contented myself with a mild warning. Thereafter we plunged into plans

for things to do.

The upshot was that dinner became a happy meal and the youngsters

quickly got back their merriment. Soon they looked forward to the change

of pace while their parents were gone.

As for me, I returned to the lab. Thus Ginny, not I, received Barney’s

courier and gave him a copy of the documents. She told me that, as

promised, he bore no resemblance to the colorful woodsman whose name he

borrowed. He didn’t even wear the winged Federal Express cap. Rather, he

showed just enough individuality that he wasn’t too conspicuously drab

and anonymous. “Yeah,” I said, recalling an incident once at Nornwell,

“from a private detective firm. Watson and Goodwin, I’ll bet. Their

operatives are expert at self-effacement.”

Otherwise Ginny was occupied most of her waking hours. That wasn’t with

her practice. Again she’d phased it out, canceling or postponing

appointments, referring urgent cases elsewhere. I’d have worried about

her future career if I didn’t know her reputation had become proof

against moth, rust, and disgruntlement.

In fact, this was part of her problem. Word would fly around that Dr.

Matuchek must be up to something. The enemy’s spies would scarcely buy

the idea that it was a much-needed vacation. Well, let them share the

impression that we planned a huddle with our partners at Nornwell. So

far, we hoped, they wouldn’t suspect why, but they could make several

different plausible guesses, and if one of them happened to be the

“real” reason, Operation Luna, it was a blind anyway.

Barney gave it substance when he called on Friday. That resonance was

encrypted, but we couldn’t be dead certain of security and he kept his

language well guarded, like us. Still, that big, easygoing man had

gotten as enthusiastic as a supernova. “It looks great,” he boomed.

“You’ll want funds. Suppose I transfer fifty thousand dollars for

startup expenses–to your personal account, to keep things simple. We’ll

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