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They could be part of the same conspiracy without Ollery having any knowledge of it.”

The outer beacon to the Seti systems had all the courteous tact of a boot in the face.

“Intruders be warned!” it bleated in a cycle of all the languages known in FSP. “Intruders not tolerated. Intruders will be destroyed, if not properly naming selves immediately.”

Panis set Claw’s transmitter to the correct setting and initiated the standard Fleet recognition sequence. He was recovering nicely, Dupaynil thought, from the shock of his original captain’s treachery and the necessity of helping in a mutiny. He did not blurt out everything to the Fleet officer who was military attache at the embassy nor did he request an immediate conference with die Ambassador. Instead, he simply reported that he had an officer with urgent orders insystem and let Dupaynil handle it from there.

“I’m not sure I understand, Commander Dupaynil, just what your purpose here is.”

That diplomatic smoothness had once seemed innocuous. Now, he could not be sure if it was habit or conspiracy.

“My orders,” Dupaynil said, keeping his own tone as light and unconcerned as the other’s, “are to check the shipping records of the main Seti commercial firms involved in trade with Sector Eighteen human worlds. You know how this works. I haven’t the foggiest notion what someone is looking at, or for, or why they couldn’t do this long distance.”