I want the details, too.'
'Why?'
'Ah,' Murry unfolded his legs and stood up, 'now you're asking the questions. It's no use, now. I know that the universities aren't keen on government supervision; and I know that I can expect no willing help from any academic source. But, by Arcturus, I'm going to get help this time, and I don't care how you fight it. Your expedition is going nowhere, unless I go with you - representing the government.'
Dorlis, as a world, is not impressive. It's importance to Galactic economy is nil, its position far off the great trade routes, its natives backward and unenlightened, its history obscure. And yet somewhere in the heaps of rubble that clutter an ancient world, there is obscure evidence of an influx of flame and destruction that destroyed the Dorlis of an earlier day -the greater capital of a greater Federation.
And somewhere in that rubble, men of a newer world poked and probed and tried to understand.
The Board Master shook his head and then pushed back his grizzling hair. He hadn't shaved in a week.
'The trouble is,' he said, 'that we have no point of reference. The language can be broken, I suppose, but nothing can be done with the notation.'
'I think a great deal has been done.'
'Stabs in the dark! Guessing games based on the translations of your albino friend. I won't base any hopes on that.'
Brand said, 'Nuts! You spent two years on the Nimian Anomaly, and so far only two months on this, which happens to be a hundred thousand times the job. It's something else that's getting you.' He smiled grimly. 'It doesn't take a psychologist to see that the government man is in your hair.'
The Board Master bit the end off a cigar and spat it four feet. He said slowly, 'There are three things about the mule-headed idiot that make me sore. First, I don't like government interference. Second, I don't like a stranger sniffing about when we're on top of the biggest thing in the history of psychology. Third, what in the Galaxy does he want? What is he after?'
'I don't know.'
'What should he be after? Have you thought of it at all?'
'No. Frankly, I don't care. I'd ignore him if I were you.'
'You would,' said the Board Master violently. 'You would! You think the government's entrance into this affair need only be ignored. I suppose you know that this Murry calls himself a psychologist?'
'I know that.'
'And I suppose you know he's been displaying a devouring interest in all that we've been doing.'
That, I should say, would be natural.'
'Oh! And you know further-' His voice dropped with startling suddenness. 'All right, Murry's at the door. Take it easy.'
Wynne Murry grinned a greeting, but the Board Master nodded unsmilingly.
'Well, sir,' said Murry bluffly, 'do you know I've been on my feet for forty-eight hours? You've got something here. Something big.'
'Thank you.'
'No, no. I'm serious. The robot world exists.'
'Did you think it didn't?'
Chapter Seven
The secretary shrugged amiably. 'One has a certain natural skepticism. What are your future plans?'
'Why do you ask?' The Board Master grunted his words as if they were being squeezed out singly.
To see if they jibe with my own.'
'And what are your own?"
'The secretary smiled. 'No, no. You take precedence. How long do you intend staying here?'
'As long as it takes to make a fair beginning on the documents involved.'
'That's no answer. What do you mean by a fair beginning?'
'I haven't the slightest idea. It might take years.'
'Oh, damnation.'
The Board Master raised his eyebrows and said nothing.
The secretary looked at his nails. 'I take it you know the location of this robot world.'
'Naturally. Theor Realo was there. His information up to now has proven very accurate.'
'That's right. The albino. Well, why not go there?'
'Go there! Impossible!'
'May I ask why?'
'Look,' said the Board Master with restrained impatience, 'you're not here by our invitation, and we're not asking you to dictate our course of actions, but just to show you that I'm not looking for a fight, I'll give you a little metaphorical treatment of our case. Suppose we were presented with a huge and complicated machine, composed of principles and materials of which we knew next to nothing. It is so vast we can't even make out the relationship of the parts, let alone the purpose of the whole. Now, would you advise me to begin attacking the delicate mysterious moving parts of the machine with a detonating ray before I know what it's all about?'
'I see your point,