Vezzarn was a remarkably skilled burglar, one of the qualities that made him a valuable operator to the ungrateful voice. Now that they were in space, his duties had become routine and limited. He had plenty of time available and made good use of it.
There was a series of little surprises. He discovered that, except for the central passenger compartment and the control area in the bow, the ship had been competently bugged. Sections of it were very securely locked up. Vezzarn knew these precautions had been no part of the original remodeling design as set up by Sunnat, Bazim & Filish. Hence Captain Aron had arranged for them during the final construction period when other changes were made. Evidently he’d had a reason by then to make sure his passengers-and Vezzarn-didn’t wander about the Evening Bird where they shouldn’t.
Vezzarn wondered what the reason was. But the skipper’s precautions didn’t-handicap him much. He had his own instruments to detect and nullify bugs without leaving a trace of what happened; and he knew, as any good burglar would, that the place to look for something of value was where locks were strongest. In about a day he felt reasonably certain the secret drive was installed in one of three places, the storage vault, or another rather small vault-like section newly added to the engine room, or a blocked-off area on the ship’s upper level behind the passenger compartment and originally a part of it.
The engine room seemed the logical place. Next day, Vezzarn slipped down there, unlocking and relocking various doors on his route. It was his sleep period and it was unlikely anyone would look for him for an hour or two. He reached the engine room without mishap. The locks to the special compartment took some study and cautious experimentation. Then Vezzarn had it open. At first glance it looked like a storage place for assorted engine room tools. But why keep them shut away so carefully?
He didn’t hurry inside. His instruments were doing some preliminary snooping for him. They began to report there was other instrument activity in here, plenty of it! Almost all traces were being picked up from behind a large opaque bulge on a bulkhead across from the door. Vezzarn’s hopes soared but he still didn’t rush in. His devices kept probing about for traps. And presently they discovered a camera. It didn’t look like one and it was sitting innocently among a variety of gadgets on one 6f the wall shelves. But if was set to record the actions of anyone who came in here and got interested in the bulge on the bulkhead.
Well, that could be handled! Vezzarn edged his way up to the camera without coming into its view range, opened it delicately from behind and unset it. Then he put his own recording devices up before the bulge which concealed so much intriguing instrument activity, and for the next ten minutes let them take down in a number of ways what was going on in there. When he thought they’d got enough, he reset the camera, locked up the little compartment and returned to the upper ship level and his cabin by the way he had come. There he started the recorders feeding what they had obtained into a device which presently would provide him with a three- dimensional blueprint derived from their combined reports. He locked the device into his cabin closet.
He had to wait until the next sleep period rolled around before he had a chance to study the results. The Evening Bird was edging into the Chaladoor by then. The destroyers had curved off and faded from the screens, and the skipper had announced certain precautionary measures which would remain in effect until the risk area lay behind them again. One of them was that for a number of periods during the ship-day Vezzarn would be on watch at a secondary set of viewscreens off the passenger lounge. Only Captain Aron and his niece henceforth would enter the control section without special permission.
As soon as he reached his cabin and locked the door, Vezzarn brought his device back out of the closet. He placed it on the small cabin table, activated it, checked the door again, set the device in motion and looked down through an eyepiece at a magnified view of the miniature three-dimensional pattern the instrument had produced within itself.
It was a moving pattern, and it gave off faintly audible sounds. Vezzarn stared and listened, first with surprise, then in blank puzzlement, at last with growing consternation. The reproduced contrivance in there buzzed, clicked, hummed, twinkled, spun. It sent small impulses of assorted energy types shooting about through itself. It remained spectacularly, if erratically, busy. And within five minutes Vezzarn became completely convinced that it did, and could do, absolutely nothing that would serve any practical purpose.
Whatever it might be, it wasn’t a spacedrive. Even the most unconventional of drives couldn’t possibly resemble anything like that!
Then what was it? Presently it dawned on Vezzarn that he’d been tricked. That thing behind the bulge on the bulkhead had served a purpose! The entire little locked compartment in the engine room was set up to draw the interest of somebody who might be prowling about the Evening Bird in search of a hidden drive installation.
It was something of a shock! The skipper had impressed him as an open, forthright fellow. An act of such low cunning didn’t fit the impression. Briefly, Vezzarn felt almost hurt. But at any rate he’d spotted the camera and hadn’t got caught….
That was only one of the unsettling developments for Vezzarn that day. Since Captain Aron’s precautionary measures might have been intended to keep tab on passengers rather than himself, he’d set up his own system of telltale bugs in various parts of the ship. They were considerably more efficient bugs than the ones which had been installed for Captain Aron; even a first-class professional would have to be very lucky, to avoid them all. If Vezzarn had competitors on board in his quest for the secret drive, he wanted to know it.
It appeared now that he did. Running a check playback on the telltales, he discovered they’d been agitated by somebody’s passage in several off-limit ship sections at times when the skipper, young Dani, and he himself had been up in the control compartment.
Which of the two was it? The Hulik do Eldel female, or that nattily dressed big bruiser of a trader, Laes Yango?
Perhaps both of them, acting independently, Vezzarn thought worriedly. Two other agents looking for the same thing he was-that was all he needed on this trip!
Captain Aron, at about that hour, was doing some worrying on the same general subject. If he’d been able to arrange it, there would have been no passengers on the Venture -or Evening Bird-when she left Uldune. What they’d taken on board made the commercial aspects of the run to Emris completely insignificant. And not only that-their experience with Sunnat, Bazim & Filish raised the question of how many other groups on Uldune suspected the ship of containing the secrets of some new drive of stupendous power and incalculable value. Subradio had spread information about the Venture faster and farther than they’d foreseen. Almost anyone they ran into now could be nourishing private designs on the mystery drive.
One way to stop the plotting might have been to let word get out generally that they were Karres witches. Apparently few informed people here cared to cross the witches. But because of Olimy and his crystalloid item again, it was the last thing they could afford to do at present. The Worm World, from all accounts, had its own human agents about, enslaved and totally obedient minds; any such rumor was likely to draw the Nuris’ attention immediately to them. They wanted to make the Venture’s departure from Uldune as quiet a matter as possible.
So he’d been unable to leave Laes Yango and Hulik do Eldel behind. To do it against their wishes certainly would have started speculation. After Kambine canceled voluntarily, he’d invited the two to come to the office. The day before, a ship had limped into Zergandol Port after concluding a pass through the Chaladoor. The ship was in very bad shape, its crew in worse. It seemed, the captain said, that the Chaladoor’s hazards had reached a peak at present. If they’d prefer to reconsider the trip for that reason, he would refund the entire fare.
The offer got him nowhere. Hulik do Eldel became tearfully insistent that she must rejoin her aging parents on Emris as soon as possible. And Yango stated politely that, if necessary, he would obtain an injunction to keep the Evening Bird from leaving without him. Some office of the Daal’s no doubt would have quietly overruled the injunction; but meanwhile there would have been a great deal of loose talk. So the captain gave in.