At that point, the door opened, admitting an Omnicron officer who, despite Matthew’s scowl, presented him with a large green rock, veined deeply in orange, and a note.
“Aha!” Matthew sprang to his feet, flourishing the rock toward the screen. “The ore samples that were removed from Satok’s craft have been found by metal detector in the woods at Shannonmouth, where they were illegally removed from his vessel and hidden: yet another example of the sabotage that is almost planetwide. This is high-grade copper, according to this quick assay.”
“Copper? Is that the best you can do, Matthew? Copper?” Nexim Shi-Tu demanded. “Not gold, or platinum …”
“Lieutenant, did you see any gold or platinum among the samples? Matthew asked, his eyes gimleting the Omnicron man.
“Sir, I wouldn’t know either in the raw state. I was told to bring this to you because it’s the purest of the lot we found.”
“Pure copper is not to be sneezed at,” Marmion said without a trace of sarcasm, “but hardly in the same category as a respiratory remedy that cures damaged lung tissue, now is it?” A technician bent and spoke to her and she said to the screen, which was still fuzzy but not so noisy “Is that better now, Farrie?”
“Yes, I believe it is. Continue.”
“D’you have something for immaculate conceptions, too?” Bal asked slyly.
“By whom is Major Yanaba Maddock pregnant, Marmion?”
She shrugged. “Let’s not digress from the purpose of this commission, gentlemen. Major Maddock’s personal life is not at issue in this hearing and should not be at issue in any other hearing as long as she has obeyed her orders.”
“Aha!” And Matthew once more jumped to his feet. “That’s just it. She hasn’t obeyed orders.”
“But she did,” Marmion replied firmly. “As she was instructed by Colonel Giancarlo, she became a part of the society of Kilcoole and set about learning as much as she could about Petaybee. She learned a great deal, although it was not, perhaps, what her superiors had expected her to discover.”
“Where is she?” Barringer Ball asked, looking around the room. “She was the uniformed one from our first conference, wasn’t she?”
“I believe she has been detained on Vice-Chairman Luzon’s orders,” Marmion said, turning to Matthew with a suddenly implacable expression on her composed, elegant face, “another breach of the civil rights of Intergal officers.” And that’s for the record, Farringer,” she added sternly. “Even an Intergal commissioner cannot go about denying officers their civil rights.”
“Of course I had her detained,” Matthew almost shouted back, “as an unrepentant renegade ally of the Kilcoole Group. As a matter of course, I had medical tests run on all the renegades”
“Why?” Whittaker cracked that one word out. “What right had you to impose a restriction on any one of the citizens of this world? I’ve told you once and I’ll keep on telling you: They are not sabotaging Intergal. Intergal is sabotaging itself on Petaybee.”
“Oh, come now!” Matthew said, his voice dripping with scorn and the indignation that, rather to his surprise, he found he was actually shaking with. Or was that indignation causing him to shake? It seemed to be shaking everyone else, too, and the table, as well.
Fiske was continuing, heedlessly. “By denying the demonstrable proof that the pharmaceutical wealth will be a long-term and highly profitable use of Petaybee. So what did your needless medical tests prove?” Typical of the man, he had no sooner asked the question than he answered it himself. “Not a damn thing except they’re the healthiest bunch of people your tame medical staff has seen in a hunk of years. So they’ve a few spare parts that help them adapt to Petaybee’s climate. So what? Nothing mysterious.”
“Vice-Chairman Luzon has been so busy he hasn’t seen the obvious, Farrie,” Marmion said with a hint of sympathy for the misguided Luzon. “I’m sure we can come to some arrangement to extract some ores when they don’t involve disturbing invasions of Petaybee’s integrity. Open-pit mining is as disfiguring as deep-pit mining isis”
“You’re saying the damned planet feels mining operations?” Farminger Ball demanded, staring with round eyes at Marmion.
“Just as much as you’d feel a bone drill for a marrow sample: an archaic example, but then most mining methods verge on the archaic, as well as the destructive,” Marmion remarked. “Certainly it’s like peeling skin from an appendage, or suffering first-degree burns, and even you can appreciate how painful that would be.”