"Oh, would you, Mr. Silk? I would be so happy...."

Thrombley wasn"t much in the way of an ally, but at least he had a sound, selfish motive for helping me stay alive. I a.s.sured him I would get him sent back to Luna, and then went on with the discussion.

Up until six months ago, Silas c.u.mshaw had modeled himself after the typical New Texas politician. He had always worn at least two faces, and had always managed to place himself on every side of every issue at once. Nothing he ever said could possibly be construed as controversial.

Naturally, the cause of New Texan annexation to the Solar League had made no progress whatever.

Then, one evening, at a banquet, he had executed a complete 180-degree turn, delivering a speech in which he proclaimed that union with the Solar League was the only possible way in which New Texans could retain even a vestige of local sovereignty. He had talked about an invasion as though the enemy"s ships were already coming out of hypers.p.a.ce, and had named the invader, calling the z"Srauff "our common enemy." The z"Srauff Amba.s.sador, also present, had immediately gotten up and stalked out, amid a derisive chorus of barking and baying from the New Texans. The New Texans were first shocked and then wildly delighted; they had been so used to hearing nothing but inanities and high-order abstractions from their public figures that the Solar League Amba.s.sador had become a hero overnight.

"Sounds as though there is a really strong sentiment at what used to be called the gra.s.s-roots level in favor of annexation," I commented.

"There is," Parros told me. "Of course, there is a very strong isolationist, anti-annexation, sentiment, too. The sentiment in favor of annexation is based on the point Mr. c.u.mshaw made--the danger of conquest by the z"Srauff. Against that, of course, there is fear of higher taxes, fear of loss of local sovereignty, fear of abrogation of local customs and inst.i.tutions, and chauvinistic pride."

"We can deal with some of that by furnishing guarantees of local self-government; the emotional objections can be met by convincing them that we need the great planet of New Texas to add glory and l.u.s.ter to the Solar League," I said. "You think, then, that Mr. c.u.mshaw was a.s.sa.s.sinated by opponents of annexation?"

"Of course, sir," Thrombley replied. "These Bonneys were only hirelings.

Here"s what happened, on the day of the murder:

"It was the day after a holiday, a big one here on New Texas, celebrating some military victory by the Texans on Terra, a battle called San Jacinto. We didn"t have any business to handle, because all the local officials were home nursing hangovers, so when Colonel Hick.o.c.k called--"

"Who?" I asked sharply.

"Colonel Hick.o.c.k. The father of the young lady you were so attentive to at the barbecue. He and Mr. c.u.mshaw had become great friends, beginning shortly before the speech the Amba.s.sador made at that banquet. He called about 0900, inviting Mr. c.u.mshaw out to his ranch for the day, and as there was nothing in the way of official business, Mr. c.u.mshaw said he"d be out by 1030.

"When he got there, there was an aircar circling about, near the ranchhouse. As Mr. c.u.mshaw got out of his car and started up the front steps, somebody in this car landed it on the driveway and began shooting with a twenty-mm auto-rifle. Mr. c.u.mshaw was. .h.i.t several times, and killed instantly."

"The fellows who did the shooting were d.a.m.ned lucky," Stonehenge took over. "Hick.o.c.k"s a big rancher. I don"t know how much you know about supercow-ranching, sir, but those things have to be herded with tanks and light aircraft, so that every rancher has at his disposal a fairly good small air-armor combat team. Naturally, all the big ranchers are colonels in the Armed Reserve. Hick.o.c.k has about fifteen fast fighters, and thirty medium tanks armed with fifty-mm guns. He also has some AA-guns around his ranch house--every once in a while, these ranchers get to squabbling among themselves.

"Well, these three Bonney brothers were just turning away when a burst from the ranch house caught their jet a.s.sembly, and they could only get as far as Bonneyville, thirty miles away, before they had to land. They landed right in front of the town jail.

"This Bonneyville"s an awful shantytown; everybody in it is related to everybody else. The mayor, for instance, Kettle-Belly Sam Bonney, is an uncle of theirs.

"These three boys--Switchblade Joe Bonney, Jack-High Abe Bonney and Turkey-Buzzard Tom Bonney--immediately claimed sanctuary in the jail, on the grounds that they had been near to--get that; I think that indicates the line they"re going to take at the trial--_near_ to a political a.s.sa.s.sination. They were immediately given the protection of the jail, which is about the only well-constructed building in the place, practically a fort."

"You think that was planned in advance?" I asked.

Parros nodded emphatically. "I do. There was a h.e.l.l of a big gang of these Bonneys at the jail, almost the entire able-bodied population of the place. As soon as Switchblade and Jack-High and Turkey-Buzzard landed, they were rushed inside and all the doors barred. About three minutes later, the Hick.o.c.k outfit started coming in, first aircraft and then armor. They gave that town a regular Georgie Patton style blitzing."

"Yes. I"m only sorry I wasn"t there to see it," Stonehenge put in. "They knocked down or burned most of the shanties, and then they went to work on the jail. The aircraft began dumping these firebombs and stun-bombs that they use to stop supercow stampedes, and the tank-guns began to punch holes in the walls. As soon as Kettle-Belly saw what he had on his hands, he radioed a call for Ranger protection. Our friend Captain Nelson went out to see what the trouble was."

"Yes. I got the story of that from Nelson," Parros put in. "Much as he hated to do it, he had to protect the Bonneys. And as soon as he"d taken a hand, Hick.o.c.k had to call off his gang. But he was smart. He grabbed everything relating to the killing--the aircar and the twenty-mm auto-rifle in particular--and he"s keeping them under cover. Very few people know about that, or about the fact that on physical evidence alone, he has the killing pinned on the Bonneys so well that they"ll never get away with this story of being merely innocent witnesses."

"The rest, Mr. Silk, is up to us," Thrombley said. "I have Colonel Hick.o.c.k"s a.s.surance that he will give us every a.s.sistance, but we simply must see to it that those creatures with the outlandish names are convicted."

I didn"t have a chance to say anything to that: at that moment, one of the servants ushered Captain Nelson toward us.

"Good evening, Captain," I greeted the Ranger. "Join us, seeing that you"re on foreign soil and consequently not on duty."

He sat down with us and poured a drink.

"I thought you might be interested," he said. "We gave that waiter a going-over. We wanted to know who put him up to it. He tried to sell us the line that he was a New Texan patriot, trying to kill a tyrant, but we finally got the truth out of him. He was paid a thousand pesos to do the job, by a character they call Snake-Eyes Sam Bonney. A cousin of the three who killed Mr. c.u.mshaw."

"Nephew of Kettle-Belly Sam," Parros interjected. "You pick him up?"

Nelson shook his head disgustedly. "He"s out in the high gra.s.s somewhere. We"re still looking for him. Oh, yes, and I just heard that the trial of Switchblade, and Jack-High and Turkey-Buzzard is scheduled for three days from now. You"ll be notified in due form tomorrow, but I thought you might like to know in advance."

"I certainly do, and thank you, Captain.... We were just talking about you when you arrived," I mentioned. "About the arrest, or rescue, or whatever you call it, of that trio."

"Yeah. One of the jobs I"m not particularly proud of. Pity Hick.o.c.k"s boys didn"t get hold of them before I got there. It"d of saved everybody a lot of trouble."

"Just what impression did you get at the time, Captain?" I asked. "You think Kettle-Belly knew in advance what they were going to do?"

"Sure he did. They had the whole jail fortified. Not like a jail usually is, to keep people from getting out; but like a fort, to keep people from getting in. There were no prisoners inside. I found out that they had all been released that morning."

He stopped, seemed to be weighing his words, then continued, speaking very slowly.

"Let me tell you first some things I can"t testify to, couple of things that I figure went wrong with their plans.

"One of Colonel Hick.o.c.k"s men was on the porch to greet Mr. c.u.mshaw and he recognized the Bonneys. That was lucky; otherwise we might still be lookin" and wonderin" who did the shootin", which might not have been good for New Texas."

He c.o.c.ked an eyebrow and I nodded. The Solar League, in similar cases, had regarded such planetary governments as due for change without notice and had promptly made the change.

"Number two," Captain Nelson continued, "that AA-shot which hit their aircar. I don"t think they intended to land at the jail--it was just sort of a reserve hiding-hole. But because they"d been hit, they had to land. And they"d been slowed down so much that they couldn"t dispose of the evidence before the Colonel"s boys were tappin" on the door "n"

askin", couldn"t they come in."

"I gather the Colonel"s task-force was becoming insistent," I prompted him.

The big Ranger grinned. "Now we"re on things I can testify to.

"When I got there, what had been the cell-block was on fire, and they were trying to defend the mayor"s office and the warden"s office. These Bonneys gave me the line that they"d been witnesses to the killing of Mr. c.u.mshaw by Colonel Hick.o.c.k and that the Hick.o.c.k outfit was trying to rub them out to keep them from testifying. I just laughed and started to walk out. Finally, they confessed that they"d shot Mr. c.u.mshaw, but they claimed it was right of action against political malfeasance. When they did that, I had to take them in."

"They confessed to you, before you arrested them?" I wanted to be sure of that point.

"That"s right. I"m going to testify to that, Monday, when the trial is held. And that ain"t all: we got their fingerprints off the car, off the gun, off some sh.e.l.ls still in the clip, and we have the gun identified to the sh.e.l.ls that killed Mr. c.u.mshaw. We got their confession fully corroborated."

I asked him if he"d give Mr. Parros a complete statement of what he"d seen and heard at Bonneyville. He was more than willing and I suggested that they go into Parros" office, where they"d be undisturbed. The Ranger and my Intelligence man got up and took a bottle of superbourbon with them. As they were leaving, Nelson turned to Hoddy, who was still with us.

"You"ll have to look to your laurels, Hoddy," Nelson said. "Your Amba.s.sador seems to be making quite a reputation for himself as a gunfighter."

"Look," Hoddy said, and though he was facing Nelson, I felt he was really talking to Stonehenge, "before I"d go up against this guy, I"d shoot myself. That way, I could be sure I"d get a nice painless job."

After they were gone, I turned to Stonehenge and Thrombley. "This seems to be a carefully prearranged killing."

They agreed.

"Then they knew _in advance_ that Mr. c.u.mshaw would be on Colonel Hick.o.c.k"s front steps at about 1030. _How did they find that out?_"

"Why ... why, I"m sure I don"t know," Thrombley said. It was most obvious that the idea had never occurred to him before and a side glance told me that the thought was new to Stonehenge also. "Colonel Hick.o.c.k called at 0900. Mr. c.u.mshaw left the Emba.s.sy in an aircar a few minutes later. It took an hour and a half to fly out to the Hick.o.c.k ranch...."

"I don"t like the implications, Mr. Silk," Stonehenge said. "I can"t believe that was how it happened. In the first place, Colonel Hick.o.c.k isn"t that sort of man: he doesn"t use his hospitality to trap people to their death. In the second place, he wouldn"t have needed to use people like these Bonneys. His own men would do anything for him. In the third place, he is one of the leaders of the annexation movement here and this was obviously an anti-annexation job. And in the fourth place--"