There was a pause of a few seconds. Dr. Egavine cleared his throat. “It appears, Dasinger,” he remarked, “that we have failed to consider a very important clue!”
Dasinger nodded. “And an obvious one,” he said dryly. “Keep it moving along, doctor. How much kwil did they take? How long had they been taking it before the raid?”
Dr. Egavine glanced over at him, repeated the questions.
Graylock said Hovig had begun conditioning the crew to kwil a week or two before the Antares slipped out of Aruaque for the strike on the station. In each case the dosage had been built up gradually to the quantity the man in question required to remain immune to the generators. Individual variations had been wide and unpredictable.
Dasinger passed his tongue over his lips, nodded. “Ask him . . .”
* * *
He checked himself at a soft, purring noise, a shadowy fluttering in the air. Graylock’s animal flew past him, settled on its master’s shoulder, turned to stare at Dasinger and Egavine. Dasinger looked at the yellow owl-eyes, the odd little tube of a mouth, continued to Egavine, “Ask him where the haul was stored in the ship.”
Graylock confirmed Leed Farous’s statement of what he had seen in the Antares’s records. All but a few of the star hyacinths had been placed in a vault-like compartment in the storage, and the compartment was sealed. Explosives would be required to open it. Hovig kept out half a dozen of the larger stones, perhaps as an antidote to boredom during the long voyage ahead. Graylock had found one of them just before Hovig’s infernal instrument went into action.
“And where is that one now?” Dr. Egavine asked.
“I still have it.”
“On your person?”
“Yes.”
Dr. Egavine held out his hand, palm upward. “You no longer want it, Graylock. Give it to me.”
Graylock looked bewildered; for a moment he appeared about to weep. Then he brought a knotted piece of leather from his pocket, unwrapped it, took out the gem and placed it in Egavine’s hand. Egavine picked it up between thumb and forefinger of his other hand, held it out before him.
There was silence for some seconds while the star hyacinth burned in the evening air and the three men and the small winged animal stared at it. Then Dr. Egavine exhaled slowly.
“Ah, now!” he said, his voice a trifle unsteady. “Men might kill and kill for that one beauty alone, that is true! . . . Will you keep it for now, Dasinger? Or shall I?”
Dasinger looked at him thoughtfully.
“You keep it, doctor,” he said.
* * *
“Dasinger,” Dr. Egavine observed a few minutes later, “I have been thinking. . . .”
“Yes?”
“Graylock’s attempted description of his experience indicates that the machine on the Antares does not actually broadcast the emotion of terror, as he believes. The picture presented is that of a mind in which both the natural and the acquired barriers of compartmentalization are temporarily nullified, resulting in an explosion of compounded insanity to an extent which would be inconceivable without such an outside agent. As we saw in Graylock, the condition is in fact impossible to describe or imagine! A diabolical device . . .”
He frowned. “Why the drug kwil counteracts such an effect remains unclear. But since we now know that it does, I may have a solution to the problem confronting us.”
Dasinger nodded. “Let’s hear it.”
“Have Miss Mines bring the ship down immediately,” Egavine instructed him. “There is a definite probability that among my medical supplies will be an effective substitute for kwil, for this particular purpose. A few hours of experimentation, and . . .”
“Doctor,” Dasinger interrupted, “hold it right there! So far there’s been no real harm in sparring around. But we’re in a different situation now . . . we may be running out of time very quickly. Let’s quit playing games.”
Dr. Egavine glanced sharply across at him. “What do you mean?”
“I mean that we both have kwil, of course. There’s no reason to experiment. But the fact that we have it is no guarantee that we’ll be able to get near that generator. Leed Farous’s tissues were soaked with the drug. Graylock’s outfit had weeks to determine how much each of them needed to be able to operate within range of the machines and stay sane. We’re likely to have trouble enough without trying to jockey each other.”
Dr. Egavine cleared his throat. “But I . . .”
Dasinger interrupted again. “Your reluctance to tell me everything you knew or had guessed is understandable. You had no more reason to trust me completely than I had to trust you. So before you say anything else I’d like you to look at these credentials. You’re familiar with the Federation seal, I think.”
Dr. Egavine took the proffered identification case, glanced at Dasinger again, then opened the case.
“So,” he said presently. “You’re a detective working for the Dosey Asteroids Company . . .” His voice was even. “That alters the situation, of course. Why didn’t you tell me this?”
“That should be obvious,” Dasinger said. “If you’re an honest man, the fact can make no difference. The company remains legally bound to pay out the salvage fee for the star hyacinths. They have no objection to that. What they didn’t like was the possibility of having the gems stolen for the second time. If that’s what you had in mind, you wouldn’t, of course, have led an agent of the company here. In other words, doctor, in cooperating with me you’re running no risk of being cheated out of your half of the salvage rights.”
Dasinger patted the gun in his coat pocket. “And of course,” he added, “if I happened to be a bandit in spite of the credentials, I’d be eliminating you from the partnership right now instead of talking to you! The fact that I’m not doing it should be a sufficient guarantee that I don’t intend to do it.”
Dr. Egavine nodded. “I’m aware of the point.”
“Then let’s get on with the salvage,” Dasinger said. “For your further information, there’s an armed Fleet ship hunting for us with piratical intentions, and the probability is that it will find us in a matter of hours. . . .”
* * *
He described the situation briefly, concluded, “You’ve carried out your part of the contract by directing us here. You can, if you wish, minimize further personal risks by using the Fleet scout’s lifeboat to get yourself and Quist off the planet, providing kwil will get you to the scout. Set a normspace course for Orado then, and we’ll pick you up after we’ve finished the job.”
Dr. Egavine shook his head. “Thank you, but I’m staying. It’s in my interest to give you what assistance I can . . . and, as you’ve surmised, I do have a supply of kwil. What is your plan?”
“Getting Hovig’s generator shut off is the first step,” Dasinger said. “And since we don’t know what dosage of the drug is required for each of us, we’d be asking for trouble by approaching the Antares in the ship. Miss Mines happens to be a kwil sensitive, in any case. So it’s going to take hiking, and I’ll start down immediately now. Would Graylock and the Fleetmen obey hypnotic orders to the extent of helping out dependably in the salvage work?”
Egavine nodded. “There is no question of that.”
“Then you might start conditioning them to the idea now. From the outer appearance of the Antares, it may be a real job to cut through inside her to get to the star hyacinths. We have the three salvage suits. If I can make it to the generator, shut it off, and it turns out then that I need some hypnotized brawn down there, Miss Mines will fly over the shelter as a signal to start marching the men down.”
“Why march? At that point, Miss Mines could take us to the wreck within seconds.”
Dasinger shook his head. “Sorry, doctor. Nobody but Miss Mines or myself goes aboard the Mooncat until we either wind up the job or are forced to clear out and run. I’m afraid that’s one precaution I’ll have to take. When you get to the Antares we’ll give each of the boys a full shot of kwil. The ones that don’t go limp on it can start helping.”
Dr. Egavine said reflectively, “You feel the drug would still be a requirement?”
“Well,” Dasinger said, “Hovig appears to have been a man who took precautions, too. We know he had three generators and that he set off one of them. The question is where the other two are. It wouldn’t be so very surprising, would it, if one or both of them turned out to be waiting for intruders in the vault where he sealed away the loot?”