“Treason! As I said. And correction of the matter, on my part.”
“Your proof? Or evidence, assumptions, daydreams? Are you mad?”
“No. Are you? Do you think the Mule sends out unweaned youngsters on ridiculous swashbuckling missions for nothing? It was queer to me at the time. But I wasted time in doubting myself. Why should he send you? Because you smile and dress well? Because you’re twenty-eight.”
“Perhaps because I can be trusted. Or aren’t you in the market for logical reasons?”
“Or perhaps because you can’t be trusted. Which is logical enough, as it turns out.”
“Are we matching paradoxes, or is this all a word game to see who can say the least in the most words?”
And the blaster advanced, with Pritcher after it. He stood erect before the younger man: “Stand up!”
Channis did so, in no particular hurry, and felt the muzzle of the blaster touch his belt with no shrinking of the stomach muscles.
Pritcher said: “What the Mule wanted was to find the Second Foundation. He had failed and I had failed, and the secret that neither of us can find is a well-hidden one. So there was one outstanding possibility left – and that was to find a seeker who ready knew the hiding-place.”
“Is that I?”
“Apparently it was. I didn’t know then, of course, but though my mind must be slowing, it still points in the right direction. How easily we found Star’s End! How miraculously you examined the correct Field Region of the Lens from among an infinite number of possibilties! And having done so, how nicely we observe just the correct point for observation! You clumsy fool! Did you so underestimate me that no combination of impossible fortuties struck you as being too much for me to swallow?”
“You mean I’ve been too successful?”
“Too successful by half for any loyal man.”
“Because the standards of success you set me were so low?”
And the blaster prodded, though in the face that confront Channis only the cold glitter of the eyes betrayed the growing anger: “Because you are in the pay of the Second Foundation.”
“Pay?”– infinite contempt. “Prove that.”
“Or under the mental influence.”
“Without the Mule’s knowledge? Ridiculous.”
“With the Mule’s knowledge. Exactly my point, my you dullard. With the Mule’s knowledge. Do you suppose else that you would be given a ship to play with? You led us to the Second Foundation as you were supposed to do.”
“I thresh a kernel of something or other out of this immensity of chaff. May I ask why I’m supposed to be doing all this? If were a traitor, why should I lead you to the Second Foundation? Why not hither and yon through the Galaxy, skipping gaily, finding no more than you ever did?’
“For the sake of the ship. And because the men of the Second Foundation quite obviously need atomic warfare for self-defense.”
‘You’ll have to do better than that. One ship won’t mean thing to them, and if they think they’ll learn science from it a build atomic power plants next year, they are very, very simple Second Foundationers, indeed. On the order of simplicity as yourself, I should say.”
“You will have the opportunity to explain that to the Mule.”
“We’re going back to Kalgan?”
“On the contrary. We’re staying here. And the Mule will join us in fifteen minutes – more or less. Do you think he hasn’t followed us, my sharp-witted, nimble-minded lump of self-admiration? You have played the decoy well in reverse. You may not have led our victims to us, but you have certainly led us to our victims.”
“May I sit down,” said Channis, “and explain something to you in picture drawings? Please.”
“You will remain standing.”
At that, I can say it as well standing. You think the Mule followed us because of the hypertracer on the communication circuit?”
The blaster might have wavered. Channis wouldn’t have sworn to it. He said: “You don’t look surprised. But I don’t waste time doubting that you feel surprised. Yes, I knew about it. And now, having shown you that I knew of something you didn’t think I did, I’ll tell you something you don’t know, that I know you don’t.”