Triplanetary - E. E. Smith (phonics reader TXT) 📗

kicking up quite a row, so it might be better to have it come straight from the top. Besides, you’ve got a unique knack⁠—when you throw a harpoon, the harpoonee doesn’t forget it.”

“All right. He’s the uplifter and leveler-off. Down with Triplanetary, up with National Sovereignty. We’re power-mad dictators⁠—iron-heel-on-the-necks-of-the-people, and so on. But what’s he like, personally? Thick-skinned, of course⁠—got a brain?”

“Rhinoceros. He’s got a brain, but it’s definitely weaseloid. Bear down⁠—sink it in full length, and then twist it.”

“OK. You’ve got a harpoon, of course?”

“Three of ’em!” Fairchild, Head of Triplanetary’s Public Relations, grinned with relish. “Boss Jim Towne owns him in fee simple. The number of his hot lock box is N469T414. His subbest sub-rosa girlfriend is Fi-Chi le Bay⁠ ⁠… yes, everything that the name implies. She got a super-deluxe fur coat⁠—Martian tekkyl, no less⁠—out of that Mackenzie River power deal. Triple play, you might say⁠—Clander to Morgan to le Bay.”

“Nice. Bring him in.”

“Senator Morgan, Mr. Samms,” Fairchild made the introduction and the two men sized each other up in lightning glances. Samms saw a big man, florid, somewhat inclined toward corpulence, with the surface geniality⁠—and the shrewd calculating eyes⁠—of the successful politician. The senator saw a tall, hard-trained man in his forties; a lean, keen, smooth-shaven face; a shock of red-bronze-auburn hair a couple of weeks overdue for a cutting; a pair of gold-flecked tawny eyes too penetrant for comfort.

“I trust, Senator, that Fairchild has taken care of you satisfactorily?”

“With one or two exceptions, yes.” Since Samms did not ask what the exceptions could be, Morgan was forced to continue. “I am here, as you know, in my official capacity as Chairman of the Pernicious Activities Committee of the North American Senate. It has been observed for years that the published reports of your organization have left much unsaid. It is common knowledge that high-handed outrages have been perpetrated; if not by your men themselves, in such circumstances that your agents could not have been ignorant of them. Therefore it has been decided to make a firsthand and comprehensive investigation, in which matter your Mr. Fairchild has not been at all cooperative.”

“Who decided to make this investigation?”

“Why, the North American Senate, of course, through its Pernicious Activities.⁠ ⁠…”

“I thought so.” Samms interrupted. “Don’t you know, Senator, that the Hill is not a part of the North American Continent? That the Triplanetary Service is responsible only to the Triplanetary Council?”

“Quibbling, sir, and outmoded! This, sir, is a democracy!” the Senator began to orate. “All that will be changed very shortly, and if you are as smart as you are believed to be, I need only say that you and those of your staff who cooperate.⁠ ⁠…”

“You need say nothing at all.” Samms’ voice cut. “It has not been changed yet. The Government of North America rules its continent, as do the other Continental Governments. The combined Continental Governments of the Three Planets form the Triplanetary Council, which is a nonpolitical body, the members of which hold office for life and which is the supreme authority in any matter, small or large, affecting more than one Continental Government. The Council has two principal operating agencies; the Triplanetary Patrol, which enforces its decisions, rules, and regulations, and the Triplanetary Service, which performs such other tasks as the Council directs. We have no interest in the purely internal affairs of North America. Have you any information to the contrary?”

“More quibbling!” the Senator thundered. “This is not the first time in history that a ruthless dictatorship has operated in the disguise of a democracy. Sir, I demand full access to your files, so that I can spread before the North American Senate the full facts of the various matters which I mentioned to Fairchild⁠—one of which was the affair of the Pelarion. In a democracy, sir, facts should not be hidden; the people must and shall be kept completely informed upon any matter which affects their welfare or their political lives!”

“Is that so? If I should ask, then, for the purpose of keeping the Triplanetary Council, and through it your constituents, fully informed as to the political situation in North America, you would undoubtedly give me the key to safe-deposit box N469T414? For it is common knowledge, in the Council at least, that there is a certain amount of⁠—shall we say turbidity?⁠—in the supposedly pellucid reaches of North American politics.”

“What? Preposterous!” Morgan made a heroic effort, but could not quite maintain his poise. “Private papers only, sir!”

“Perhaps. Certain of the Councillors believe, however mistakenly, that there are several things of interest there: such as the record of certain transactions involving one James F. Towne; references to and details concerning dealings⁠—not to say deals⁠—with Mackenzie Power, specifically with Mackenzie Power’s Mr. Clander; and perhaps a juicy bit or two concerning a person known as le Bay and a tekkyl coat. Of interest no end, don’t you think, to the dear people of North America?”

As Samms drove the harpoon in and twisted it, the big man suffered visibly. Nevertheless:

“You refuse to cooperate, eh?” he blustered. “Very well, I will go⁠—but you have not heard the last of me, Samms!”

“No? Probably not. But remember, before you do any more rabble-rousing, that this lockbox thing is merely a sample. We of the Service know a lot of things that we do not mention to anybody⁠—except in self-defense.”

“I am holding Fletcher, Mr. Samms. Shall I put him on now?” Norma asked, as the completely deflated Morgan went out.

“Yes, please.⁠ ⁠… Hello, Sid; mighty glad to see you⁠—we were scared for a while. How did you make out, and what was it?”

“Hi, Chief! Mostly hadive. Some heroin, and quite a bit of Martian ladolian. Lousy job, though⁠—three of the gang got away, and took about a quarter of the loot with them. That was what I want to talk to you about in such a hurry⁠—fake meteors; the first I ever saw.”

Samms straightened up in his chair.

“Just a second. Norma, put Redmond on here with us.⁠ ⁠… Listen, Harry. Now, Fletcher, did you see