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Bart was sifting it all, slowly, in his mind.

"Why was Dad doing this? What could he gain?"

"You know we can build ships as good as the Lhari ships, but we don't

know anything about the rare catalyst they use for warp-drive fuel.

Captain Steele had hopes of being able to discover where they got it."

"But couldn't they find out where the Lhari ships go for fueling?"

"No. There's no way to trail a Lhari ship," he reminded Bart. "We can

follow them inside a star-system, but then they pop into warp-drive, and

we don't know where they go when they aren't running between our

stars.

"We've gathered together what information we do have, and we know that

after a certain number of runs in our part of the galaxy, ships take off

in the direction of Antares. There's a ship, due to come in here in

about ten days, called the Swiftwing, which is just about due to make

the Antares run. Captain Steele had managed to arrange--I don't know

how, and I don't want to know how--for a vacancy on that ship, and

somehow he got credentials. You see, it's a very good spy system, a

network between the stars, but the weak link is this: everything, every

message, every man, has to travel back and forth by the Lhari ships

themselves."

He rose, shaking it all off impatiently. "Well, it's finished now. Your

father is dead. What are you going to do? If you want to go back to

Vega, you can probably convince the Lhari you're just an innocent

bystander. They don't hurt bystanders or children, Bart. They aren't

bad people. They're just protecting their business monopoly.

"The safest way to handle it would be this: let me erase your memories

of what I've told you tonight. Then just let the Lhari capture you. They

won't kill you. They'll just give you a light psych-check. When they

find out you don't know anything, they'll send you back to Vega, and you

can spend the rest of your life in peace, running Vega Interplanet and

Eight Colors."

Bart turned on him furiously. "You mean, go home like a good little boy,

and pretend none of this ever happened? What do you think I am, anyhow?"

Bart's chin set in the new, hard line. "What I want is a chance to go on

where Dad left off!"

"It won't be easy, and it could be dangerous," Raynor Three said, "but

there's nothing else to be done. We had the arrangements all made; and

now somebody's got to take the dangerous risk of calling them off. Are

you game for a little plastic surgery--just enough to change your looks

again, with new forged papers? You can't go by the Swiftwing--it

doesn't carry passengers--but there's another route you can take."