Part 13 (1/2)

d.i.c.k Hawkins said, ”I think Barry's right. They can bear watching.

Besides in another decade or so they'll realize we're going to beat them. Mayer's ego isn't going to take that. He'd go to just about any extreme to keep from losing face back on Earth.”

Natt Roberts said worriedly, ”I think they're right, Joe. Certainly it wouldn't hurt to have a few Security men over there. My department could train them and we'd ferry them over in this s.p.a.ce boat.”

”I'll make the decisions,” Chessman growled at them. ”I'll think about this. It's just possible that you're right though.”

Behind them, Reif looked thoughtfully at his teen-age son.

IX.

Down the long palace corridor strode Barry Watson, d.i.c.k Hawkins, Natt Roberts, the aging Reif and his son Taller, now in the prime of manhood.

Their faces were equally wan from long hours without sleep. Half a dozen Tulan infantrymen brought up their rear.

As they pa.s.sed Security Police guards, to left and right, eyes took in their weapons, openly carried. But such eyes s.h.i.+fted and the guards remained at their posts. Only one sergeant opened his mouth in protest.

”Sir,” he said to Watson, hesitantly, ”you are entering Number One's presence armed.”

”Shut up,” Natt Roberts rapped at him.

Reif said, ”That will be all, sergeant.”

The Security Police sergeant looked emptily after them as they progressed down the corridor.

Together, Watson and Reif motioned aside the two Tulan soldiers who stood before the door of their destination, and pushed inward without knocking.

Joe Chessman looked up wearily from his map and dispatch laden desk. For a moment his hand went to the heavy military revolver at his right but when he realized the ident.i.ty of his callers, it fell away.

”What's up now?” he said, his voice on the verge of cracking.

Watson acted as spokesman. ”It's everywhere the same. The communes are on the fine edge of revolt. They've been pushed too far; they've got to the point where they just don't give a d.a.m.n. A spark and all Texcoco goes up in flames.”

Reif said coldly, ”We need immediate reforms. They've got to be pacified. An immediate announcement of more consumer goods, fewer State taxes, above all a relaxation of Security Police pressures. Given immediate promise of these, we might maintain ourselves.”

Joe Chessman's sullen face was twitching at the right corner of his mouth. Young Taller made no attempt to disguise his contempt at the other's weakness in time of stress.

Chessman's eyes went around the half circle of them. ”This is the only alternative? It'll slow up our heavy industry program. We might not catch up with Genoa as quickly as planned.”

Watson gestured with a hand in quick irritation. ”Look here, Chessman, don't we get through to you? Whether or not we build up a steel capacity as large as Amschel Mayer's isn't important now. Everything's at stake.”

”Don't talk to me that way, Barry,” Chessman growled truculently. ”I'll make the decisions. I'll do the thinking.” He said to Reif, ”How much of the Tulan army is loyal?”

The aging Tulan looked at Watson before turning back to Joe Chessman.

”All of the Tulan army is loyal--to me.”

”Good!” Chessman pushed some of the dispatches on his desk aside, letting them flutter to the floor. He bared a field map. ”If we crush half a dozen of the local communes ... crush them hard! Then the others ...”

Watson said very slowly and so low as hardly to be heard, ”You didn't bother to listen, Chessman. We told you, all that's needed is a spark.”