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That was the best guess Bob had heard. It could be true—in the event his father was a prisoner. But he still couldn’t be sure, and the feeling that the Thulians knew all about the stolen papers still stuck in his head.

“I’m going,” he repeated.

Jakes shrugged. “Okay, be a sucker. Go ahead. But not with the papers! I’ve got my own plans for them. I’m getting in thicker and thicker with Emo, and with everything else I’ve found, I should be leaving here any day. These ideas are my own, too—none of the stuff being planted on me, like your message. You’d better stick around until then, Bob.”

Juan nodded. “Simon has good plans, Bob. We can take off in the Icarius all together and with the papers.”

“You can keep your blasted papers!” Bob told them as he went out. But he wasn’t happy about it. He’d been counting on their being wild to take a chance with him, and it hurt to know that he would have to go it alone.

Here and there during the day, Bob picked up a complete set of dark gray clothing of the style worn here generally. It was the least visible stuff he could get. His mind was only partly on it, though. He was trying to remember the exact phrasing of the message. Some of it had sounded strange at the time. That business about “daddikins” was odd, considering that his own childhood name for his father had been a shortened mispronunciation of Commander—“kanner.” Yet, if his father had been in a hurry…

Jakes had ruined his faith, without giving him a good argument. And the two of them might at least have offered to help him, instead of being so smug about their own plans to steal back the Icarius.

But he should have known that they really meant to help. When he got back, Juan stood in the hall, holding a finger over his lips. Bob went up, and the boy leaned forward. “We’ve figured out how to get you free of Valin. Leave that to us, will you not?”

The problem of Valin had been bothering Bob. He nodded quickly, and went into the room to find the tape recorder turned on, and Jakes looking through a few of the reels. He was just about to put one on the machine, and his eyelid drew down in a quick wink.

“You aren’t going to start that thing, are you?” Bob asked indignantly.

“I dunno. I’ve been thinking over that stuff we heard. You know, it wasn’t so bad, at that. Kind of interesting…”

The caterwauling began as he finished speaking. It was a particularly vile example of Thulian music. Juan came in at once, his face taut with admiration. Behind him, a door opened, and Valin and Emo looked out.

“Get it out! Stop that stuff!” Bob yelled. “Either cut it out, or I’ll put a foot through that thing!”

Valin stepped in softly. “My favorite piece of music, Simon. I knew you’d learn to love it. There where the yornel breaks through like a wave on a cliff…”

“Lovely,” Juan said, and Jakes nodded slowly.

“Then take it somewhere else to appreciate it,” Bob ordered. “I’ve got a headache already.”

Jakes looked up at Valin. “Hey, do you think we could listen to it in your room?”

“It would be completely enjoyable,” the Thulian said instantly.

Emo brightened up. “A good old steam session, that’s what we’ll have. I’ve got some tapes with me that are really round!”

They went off quickly, and Bob waited until the door was closed and the sounds of the tape began to shriek out in the other suite. Good old Simon, he thought. Jakes was really making a sacrifice for him, spending a night listening to that stuff.

They were apparently well wound up when Bob sneaked down the hall and up the stairs to the subway. He’d avoided the lobby, where he might have been spotted. In the Thulian costume, he felt he looked fairly inconspicuous, though.

The subway rolled along, while the automatic map drew a picture for Bob, outlining his route in green, and showing where he had to transfer. He made good connections, and was at the proper end of the park long before he had expected.

Killing time was going to be hard. He sat on one of the padded benches, trying to watch the birds and make some kind of a plan, but the second hand of his watch seemed to be standing still. He fell to examining the park carefully for a hiding place, and decided on a tree at one side which had low, sweeping branches that should form a good spot.

Then the air began to darken softly, growing darker each minute. Bob waited until it was hard to see details, then got up and walked toward the tree. Beside it, he paused to look for anyone who might see him, then ducked under the branches and crouched down.

In five minutes, his legs were aching, and he had to stand up to rest them. He checked the little radio in his ear again, but it remained stubbornly silent. There was only the dopey mutter of birds and the rustling of wind through the leaves.

Then, straight ahead, a branch snapped. Bob peered forward through the branches. At first he could see nothing, but then a vague form came into view, walking across the grass right where his father must be planning to land. It moved ahead until it stood with its head silhouetted against the whiteness of one of the walks, turned its face up toward the sky, and seemed to be sniffing appreciatively of the air or admiring the stars!

The radium dial on Bob’s watch marked the passing of more minutes, and the man out there stood relaxed, his head turning a bit now and then, but apparently intending to park there all night.

Bob reached for his knife, regretting that he hadn’t brought the gas gun he’d taken from Valin. He was trying to convince himself that this was a military operation now, and that the man out there was an enemy— an enemy who stood in the way of success.

He got the knife open at last, and balanced it. He’d been trained at throwing one, and this fitted his hand nicely. The blade was sharp, and the man was a perfect target. Then Bob let out a soft sigh of disgust and closed the weapon, dropping it back in his pocket. Maybe he was being yellow—but all he could think of was that the man was a human being, almost like himself, and one of a group who had never treated him with anything but courtesy and respect. He couldn’t do it.

Abruptly, there was no need. The man took a final deep breath and moved over to the sidewalk. He swung off down the park, making a faint whistling sound between his teeth, leaving the place to Bob.