Washington. Lee Chang tells me that Sid Jakes is now a Supervisor. I worked with him for a while, when I first joined Section G. How about a glass of wine?”
Ronny said, “Look. If Tommy Paine was connected with this, and it's almost positive he was, we've got him.”
The others looked at him.
“You've evidently been busy,” Tog said mildly.
He turned to her. “He's trapped, Tog! He can't get off the planet.”
Mouley Hassan rubbed a hand through his hair. “It'd be hard, all right. They've got the people under rein here such as you've never seen before. Or they did until this blew up.”
Ronny sketched the situation to Tog, winding up with, “The only thing that makes sense is that it's a Tommy Paine job. The local citizens would never have been able to get their hands on such a bomb, or been able to have made the arrangements for its delivery. They're under too much surveillance.”
Tog said thoughtfully, “but how did he escape all this surveillance?”
“Don't you understand? He's working here, in this building, as an employee of UP. There is no other alternative.”
They stared at him.
“I think perhaps you're right,” Tog said finally.
Ronny turned to Mouley Hassan. “Can you get a list of all UP employees?”
“Of course.” He flicked his order box, barked a command into it.
Ronny said, “It's going to be a matter of eliminating the impossible. For instance, what is the earliest known case of Tommy Paine's activity?”
Tog thought back. “So far as we know definitely, about twenty-two years ago.”
“Fine,” Ronny said, increasingly excited. “That will eliminate all persons less than, say, forty years of age. We can assume he was at least twenty when he began.”
Hassan said, “Can we eliminate all women employees?”
Ronny said, “I'd think so. The few times he's been seen, all reports are of a man. And that case on the planet Mother where he put himself over as a Holy Man. He could hardly have been a woman in disguise in a Stone Age culture such as that.”
Hassan said, “And this Tommy Paine has been flitting around this part of the galaxy for years, so anyone who has been here steadily for a period of even a couple of years or so, can't be suspect.”
Mouley Hassan thrust his hand into a delivery drawer and brought forth a handful of punched cards, possibly fifty in all.
“Surely there's more people than that working in this building,” Ronny protested.
Mouley Hassan said, “No. I've eliminated already everyone who is a citizen of New Delos. Obviously, Tommy Paine is an alien. We have only forty-eight Earthlings and other United Planets citizens working here.”
He carried the cards to a small collator and worked for a moment on its controls, as Tog and Ronny watched him with mounting tension. “Let's see,” he muttered. “We eliminate all women, all those less than forty, all who haven't done a great deal of travel, those who have been here for several years.”
The end of it was that they eliminated everyone employed in the UP building.
The cards were stacked back on Mouley Hassan's desk again, and the three of them sat around and looked glumly at them.
Ronny said, “He's tinkered with the files. He counterfeited fake papers for himself, or something. Possibly he's pulled his own card and it isn't in this stack you have.”
Mouley Hassan said, “We'll double-check all those possibilities, but you're wrong. Possibly a few hundred years ago, but not today. Forgery and counterfeiting are things of the past. And, believe me, the Bureau of Investigation and especially Section G, may look on the slipshod side, but they aren't. We're not going to find anything wrong with those cards. Tommy Paine simply is not working for UP on New Delos.”
“Then,” Ronny said, “there's only one alternative. He's on this UP ship going to, what was the name of its destination?”
“Avalon,” Mouley Hassan said, his face thoughtful.
Tog said, “Do you have any ideas on the men aboard?”
Mouley Hassan said, “There were four crew men, and six of our agents.”
Tog said, “Unless one of them has faked papers, the six agents are eliminated. That leaves the crew members. Do you know anything about them?”
Hassan shook his head.
Ronny said, “Let's communicate with Avalon. Tell our representatives there to be sure that none of the occupants of that ship leaves Avalon until we get there.”
Mouley Hassan said, “Good idea.” He turned to his screen and said into it, “Section G, Bureau of Investigation, on the Planet Avalon.”
In moment the screen lit up. An elderly agent, as Section G agents seemed to go, looked up at them.
Mouley Hassan held his silver badge so the other could see it and on the Avalon agent's nod said, “I'm Hassan from New Delos. We've just had a crisis here and there seems to be a chance that it's a Tommy Paine job. Agent Bronston here is on an assignment tracking him down. I'll turn it over to Bronston.”
The Avalon agent nodded again, and looked at Ronny.
Ronny said urgently, “We haven't the time to give you details, but every indication is that Paine is on a UP spacecraft with Avalon as its destination. There are only ten men aboard, and six of them are Section G operatives.”
The other pursed his lips. “I see. You think you have the old fox cornered, eh?”
“Possibly,” Ronny said. “There are various ifs. Miss Tog and I can double check here. Then as soon as we can clear exit visas, we'll make immediate way for Avalon.”
The Avalon Section G agent said, “I haven't the authority to control the movements of other agents, they have as high rank as I have,” he added, expressionlessly, “and probably higher than yours.”
Ronny said, “But the four-man crew?”
The other said, “These men are coming to Avalon to work on a job that will take at least six months. We'll make a routine check, and I'll try and make sure the whole ten will still be on Avalon when and if you arrive.”
They had to be satisfied with that. They checked all ways from the middle, nor did it take long. There was no doubt. If this was a Tommy Paine job, and it almost surely was, then there was only one way in which he could have escaped from the planet and that was by the single spacecraft that had left, destination Avalon. He was not on the planet, that was definite Ronny felt. A stranger on New Delos was as conspicuous as a walrus in a goldfish bowl. There simply were no such.
They spent most of their time checking and rechecking United Planets personnel, but there was no question there either.
Mouley Hassan and others of UP personnel helped cut the red tape involved in getting exit visas from New Delos. It wasn't as complicated as it might have been a week or two before. No one seemed to be so confident of his authority in the new provisional government that he dared veto a United Planets request.
Mouley Hassan was able to arrange for a small space yacht, slower than a military craft, but capable of getting them to Avalon in a few days time. A one-man crew was sufficient, Ronny, and especially Tog, could spell him on the watches.
Time aboard was spent largely in studying up on Avalon, going over and over again anything known about the elusive Tommy Paine, and playing Battle Chess and bickering with Tog Lee Chang Chu.
If it hadn't been for this ability to argue against just about anything Ronny managed to say, he could have been attracted to her to the detriment of the job. She was a good traveler, few people are; she was an ultra-efficient