He landed at the big conveyer-head building. There were s.p.a.ces for fifty conveyers around it, and all but eight of them were in place.

One must have arrived since the gas bombs burst; it was crammed with senseless Kharanda slaves. A couple of Paratime Police officers were towing a tank of sleep-gas around on an antigrav-lifter, maintaining the proper concentration in case any more came in. At the smaller conveyer building, there were no conveyers, only a number of red-lined fifty-foot circles around a central two-hundred-foot circle. The Organization personnel there had been dragged outside, and a group of paracops were sealing it up, installing robot watchmen, and preparing to flood it with gas. At the slave pens, a string of two-hundred-foot conveyers, having unloaded soldiers and fighting-gear, were coming in to take on unconscious slaves for transposition to Police Terminal.

Aircars and airboats were bringing in ga.s.sed slavers; they were being shackled and dumped into the slave barracks; as soon as the gas cleared and they could be brought back to consciousness, they would be narco-hypnotized and questioned.

He had finished a tour of the warehouses, looking at the kegs of gunpowder and the casks of brandy, the piles of pig lead, the stacks of cases containing muskets. These must have all come from some low-order handcraft time line. Then there were swords and hatchets and knives that had been made on Industrial Sector--the Organization must be getting them through some legitimate trading company--and mirrors and perfumes and synthetic fiber textiles and cheap jewelry, of similar provenance. It looked as though this stuff had been brought in by ship from somewhere else on this time line; the warehouses were too far from the conveyers and right beside the ship dock--

There was a tremendous explosion somewhere. Vall and the men with him ran outside, looking about, the sound-phones of their helmets giving them no idea of the source of the sound. One of the policemen pointed, and Vall"s eyes followed his arm. The ship that had been transposed in in the big conveyer was falling, blown in half; as he looked, both sections. .h.i.t the ground several miles away. A strange ship, a freighter, was coming in fast, and as he watched, a blue spark winked from her bow as a heavy-duty blaster was activated. There was another explosion, overhead; they all ran for shelter as Vall"s command-conveyer disintegrated into falling sc.r.a.p-metal. At once, all the other conveyers which were on antigrav began flashing and vanishing. That was the right, the only, thing to do, he knew. But it was leaving him and his men isolated and under attack.

"So that was it," Dalgroth Sorn, the Paratime Commissioner for Security said, relieved when Tortha Karf had finished.

"Yes, and I"ll repeat it under narco-hyp, too," Tortha Karf added.

"Oh, don"t talk that way, Karf," Dalgroth Sorn scolded. He was at least a century Tortha Karf"s senior; he had the face of an elderly and sore-toothed lion. "You wanted to keep this prisoner under wraps till you could mind-pump him, and you wanted the Organization to think Salgath was alive and talking. I approve both. But--"

He gestured to the viewscreen across the room, tuned to a pickup back of the Speaker"s chair in the Council Chamber. Tortha Karf turned a k.n.o.b to bring the sound volume up.

"Well. I"m raising this point," a member from the Management seats in the center was saying, "because these earlier charges of illegal arrest and illegal detention are part and parcel with the charges growing out of the telecast last evening."

"Well, that telecast was a fake; that"s been established," somebody on the left heckled.

"Councilman Salgath"s confession on the evening of One-Six-Two Day wasn"t a fake, the Management supporter, Nanthav Skov, retorted.

"Well, then why was it necessary to fake the second one?"

A light began winking on the big panel in front of the Speaker, Asthar Varn.

"I recognize Councilman Hasthor Flan," Asthar said.

"I believe I can construct a theory that will explain that," Hasthor Flan said. "I suggest that when the Paratime Police were questioning Councilman Salgath under narco-hypnosis, he made statements incriminating either the Paratime Police as a whole or some member of the Paratime Police whom Tortha Karf had to protect--say somebody like a.s.sistant Verkan. So they just killed him, and made up this impostor--"

Tortha Karf began, alphabetically, to blaspheme every G.o.d he had ever heard of. He had only gotten as far as a Fourth Level deity named Allah when a red light began flashing in front of Asthar Varn, and the voice of a page-robot, amplified, roared:

"Point of special urgency! Point of special urgency! It has been requested that the news telecast screen be activated at once, with playback to 1107. An important bulletin has just come in from Nagorabar, Home Time Line, on the Indian subcontinent--"

"You can stop swearing, now, Karf," Dalgroth Sorn grinned. "I think this is it."

Kostran Galth sat on the edge of the couch, with one arm around Zinganna"s waist; on the other side of him, Hadron Dalla lay at full length, her elbows propped and her chin in her hands. The screen in front of them showed a fading sunset, although it was only a little past noon at Dhergabar Equivalent. A dark ship was coming slowly in against the red sky; in the center of a wire-fenced compound a hundred-foot conveyer hung on antigrav twenty feet from the ground, and beyond, a long metal prefab-shed was spilling light from open doors and windows.

"That crowd that was just taken in won"t be finished for a couple of hours," a voice was saying. "I don"t know how much they"ll be able to tell; the psychists say they"re all telling about the same stories.

What those stories are, of course, I"m not able to repeat. After the trouble caused by a certain news commentator who shall be nameless--he"s not connected with this news service, I"m happy to say--we"re all leaning over backward to keep from breaking Paratime Police security.

"One thing; shortly after the arrival of the second ship from Police Terminal--and believe me, that ship came in just in the nick of time!--the dead Abzar city which the criminals were using as their main base for this time line, and from which they launched the air attack against us, was located, and now word has come in that it is entirely in the hands of the Paratime Police. Personally, I doubt if a great deal of information has been gotten from any prisoners taken there. The lengths to which this Organization went to keep their own people in ignorance is simply unbelievable."

A man appeared for a moment in the lighted doorway of the shed, then stepped outside.

"Look!" Dalla cried. "There"s Vall!"

"There"s a.s.sistant Verkan, now," the commentator agreed. "Chief"s a.s.sistant, would you mind saying a few words, here? I know you"re a busy man, sir, but you are also the public hero of Home Time Line, and everybody will be glad if you say something to them--"

Tortha Karf sealed the door of the apartment behind them, then activated one of the robot servants and sent it gliding out of the room for drinks. Verkan Vall took off his belt and holster and laid them aside, then dropped into a deep chair with a sigh of relief.

Dalla advanced to the middle of the room and stood looking about in surprised delight.

"Didn"t expect this, from the mess outside?" Vall asked. "You know, you really are on the paracops, now. n.o.body off the Force knows about this hideout of the Chief"s."

"You"d better find a place like this, too," Tortha Karf advised. "From now on, you"ll have about as much privacy at that apartment in Turquoise Towers as you"d enjoy on the stage of Dhergabar Opera House."

"Just what is my new position?" Vall asked, hunting his cigarette case out of his tunic. "Duplicate Chief of Paratime Police?"

The robot came back with three tall gla.s.ses and a refrigerated decanter on its top. It stopped in front of Tortha Karf and slewed around on its treads; he filled a gla.s.s and sent it to the chair where Dalla had seated herself; when she got a drink, she sent it to Vall.

Vall sent if back to Tortha Karf, who turned it off.

"No; you have the modifier in the wrong place. You"re Chief of Duplicate Paratime Police. You take the setup you have now, and expand it; continue the present lines of investigation, and be ready to exploit anything new that comes up. You won"t bother with any of this routine flying-saucer-scare stuff; just handle the Organization business. That"ll keep you busy for a long time, I"m afraid."

"I notice you slammed down on the first Council member who began shouting about how you"d wiped out the Great Paratemporal Crime-Ring,"

Vall said.

"Yes. It isn"t wiped out, and it won"t be wiped out for a long time. I shall be unspeakably delighted if, when I turn my job over to you, you have it wiped out. And even then, there"ll be a loose end to pick up every now and then till you retire."

"We have Council and the Management with us, now," Vall said. "This was the first secret session of Executive Council in over two thousand years. And I thought I"d drop dead when they pa.s.sed that motion to submit themselves to narco-hypnosis."

"A few Councilmen are going to drop dead before they can be narco-hypped," Dalla prophesied over the rim of her gla.s.s.

"A few have already. I have a list of about a dozen of them who have had fatal accidents or committed suicide, or just died or vanished since the news of your raid broke. Four of them I saw, in the screen, jump up and run out as soon as the news came in, on One-Six-Five Day.

And a lot of other people; our friend Yandar Yadd"s dropped out of sight, for one. You heard what we got out of those servants of Salgath Trod"s?"

"I didn"t," Dalla said. "What?"

"Both spies for the Organization. They reported to a woman named Farilla, who ran a fortune-telling parlor in the Prole district. Her occult powers didn"t warn her before we sent a squad of plain-clothes men for her. That was an entirely illegal arrest, by the way, but it netted us a list of about three hundred prominent political, business and social persons whose servants have been reporting to her. She thought she was working for a telecast gossipist."

"That"s why we have a new butler, darling," Vall interrupted.

"Kandagro was reporting on us."

"Who did she pa.s.s the reports on to?" Dalla asked.

Tortha Karf beamed. "She thinks more like a cop every time I talk to her," he told Vall. "You better appoint her your Special a.s.sistant.

Why, about 1800 every day, some Prole would come in, give the recognition sign, and get the day"s acc.u.mulation. We only got one of them, a fourteen-year-old girl. We"re having some trouble getting her deconditioned to a point where she can be hypnotized into talking; by the time we do, they"ll have everything closed out, I suppose. What"s the latest from Abzar Sector? I missed the last report in the rush to get to this Council session."

"All stalled. We"re still boomeranging the sector, but it"s about five billion time-lines deep, and the pattern for the Kholghoor and Esaron Sectors doesn"t seem to apply. I think they have a lot of these Abzar time lines close together, and they get from one to another via some terminal on Fifth Level."

Tortha Karf nodded. It was impossible to make a transposition of less than ten parayears--a hundred thousand time lines. It was impossible that the field could build and collapse that soon.

"We also think that this Abzar time line was only used for the Croutha-Wizard Trader operation. Nothing we found there was more than a couple of months old; nothing since the last rainy season in India, for instance. Everything was cleaned out on Skordran Kirv"s end."