the stainless steel rat-第12部分
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n't important。 I knew the general outline of the idea； just as when I bumped into a mark I knew how much he could be taken for； and just how to do it。 There are natural laws in crime as in every other field of human endeavor。 I knew this was it。
〃Get the munications Officer in here at once；〃 I shouted at the inter。 〃Also a couple of clerks with transcribers。 And fast…this is a matter of life or death！〃 This last had a hollow ring； and I realized my enthusiasm had carried me out of character。 I buttoned my collar； straightened my ribbons and squared my shoulders。 By the time they knocked on the door I was all admiral again。
Acting on my orders the ship dropped out of warpdrive so our psiman could get through to the other operators。 Captain Steng grumbled as we floated there with the engines silent； wasting precious days； while half his crew was involved in getting out what appeared to be insane instructions。 My plan was beyond his understanding。 Which is； of course； why he is a captain and I'm an admiral； even a temporary one。
Following my orders； the navigator again constructed a sphere of speculation in his tank。 The surface of the sphere contacted all the star systems a day's flight ahead of the maximum flight of the stolen battleship。 There weren't too many of these at first and the psiman could handle them all； calling each in turn and sending news releases to the Naval Public Relations officers there。 As the sphere kept growing he started to drop behind； steadily losing ground。 By this time I had a general release prepared； along with directions for use and follow…up； which he sent to Central 14。 The battery of psimen there contacted the individual planets and all we had to do was keep adding to the list of planets。
The release and follow…ups all harped on one theme。 I expanded on it； waxed enthusiastic； condemned it； and worked it into an interview。 I wrote as many variations as I could； so it could be slipped into as many different formats as possible。 In one form or another I wanted the basic information in every magazine； newspaper and journal inside that expanding sphere。
〃What in the devil does this nonsense mean〃〃 Captain Steng asked peevishly。 He had long since given up the entire operation as a futile one； and spent most of the time in his cabin worrying about the effect of it on his service record。 Boredom or curiosity had driven him out； and he was reading one of my releases with horror。
〃Billionaire to found own world 。 。 。 space yacht filled with luxuries to last a hundred years；〃 the captain's face grew red as he flipped through the stack of notes…〃What connection does this tripe have with catching those murderers？〃
When we were alone he was anything but courteous to me； having assured himself by not…too…subtle questioning that I was a spurious admiral。 There was no doubt I was still in charge； but our relationship was anything but formal。
〃This tripe and nonsense；〃 l told him； 〃is the bait that will snag our fish。 A trap for Pepe and his partner in crime。〃
〃Who is this mysterious billionaire？〃
〃Me；〃 I said。 〃I've always wanted to be rich。〃
〃But this ship； the space yacht； where is it？〃
〃Being built now in the naval shipyard at Udrydde。 We're almost ready to go there now； soon as this batch of instructions goes out。〃 Captain Steng dropped the releases onto the table； then carefully wiped his hands off to remove any possible infection 。He was trying to be fair and considerate of my views； and not succeeding in the slightest。
〃It doesn't make sense；〃 he growled。 〃How can you be sure this killer will ever read one of these things。 And if he does…why should he be interested？ It looks to me as if you are wasting time while he slips through your fingers。 The alarm should be out and every ship notified。 The Navy alerted and patrols set on all lanes…〃
〃Which he could easily avoid by going around； or better yet not even bother about； since he can lick any ship we have。 That's not the answer；〃 I told him。 〃This Pepe is smart and as tricky as a fixed gambling machine。 That's his strength…and his weakness as well。 Characters like that never think it possible for someone else to outthink them。 Which is what I'm going to do。〃
〃Modest； aren't you；〃 Steng said。
〃I try not to be；〃 I told him。 〃False modesty is the refuge of the inpetent。 I'm going to catch this thug and I'll tell you how I'll do it。 He's going to hit again soon； and wherever he hits there will be some kind of a periodical with my plant in it。 Whatever else he is after； he is going to take all of the magazines and papers he can find。 Partly to satisfy his own ego； but mostly to keep track of the things he is interested in。 Such as ship sailings。〃
〃You're just guessing…you don't know all this。〃
His automatic assumption of my inpetence was beginning to get me annoyed。 I bridled my temper and tried one last time。
〃Yes； I'm guessing…an informed guess…but I do know some facts as well。 Ogget's Dream was cleaned out of all reading matter； that was one of the first things I checked。 We can't stop the battleship from attacking again； but we can see to it that the time after that she sails into a trap。〃
〃I don't know；〃 the captain said； 〃it sounds to me like 。 。 。〃
I never heard what it sounded like； which is all right since he was getting under my skin and I might have been tempted to pull my pseudo…rank。 The alarm sirens cut his sentence off and we footraced to the munications room。
Captain Steng won by a nose； it was his ship and he knew all the shortcuts。 The psiman was holding out a transcription； but he summed it up in one sentence。 He looked at me while he talked and his face was hard and cold。
〃They hit again； knocked out a Navy supply satellite； thirty…four men dead。〃
〃If your plan doesn't work； admiral；〃 the captain whispered hoarsely in my ear； 〃I'll personally see that you're flayed alive！〃
〃If my plan doesn't work； captain…there won't be enough of my skin left to pick up with a tweezer。 Now if you please。 I'd like to get to Udrydde and board my ship as soon as possible。〃
The easy…going hatred and contempt of all my associates had annoyed me； thrown me off balance 。I was thinking with anger now； not with logic。 Forcing a bit of control； I ordered my thoughts； checking off a mental list。
〃Belay that last mand；〃 I shouted； getting back into my old space…dog mood。 〃Get a call through first and find out if any of our plants were picked up during the raid。〃
While the psiman unfocused his eyes and mumbled under his breath I riffled some papers； relaxed and cool。 The ratings and officers waited tensely； and made some slight attempt to conceal their hatred of me。 It took about ten minutes to get an answer。
〃Affirmative；〃 the psiman said。 〃A store ship docked there twenty hours before the attack。 Among other things； it left newspapers containing the article。〃
〃Very good；〃 I said calmly。 〃Send a general order to suspend all future activity with the planted releases。 Send it by psimen only； no mention on any other Naval signaling equipment； there's a good chance now it might be 'overheard。' 〃
I strolled out slowly； in mand of the situation。 Keeping my face turned away so they couldn't see the cold sweat。
It was a fast run to Udrydde where my billionaire's yacht； the Eldorado； was waiting。 The dockyard mander showed me the ship； and made a noble effort to control his curiosity。 I took a sadistic revenge on the Navy by not telling him a word about my mission。 After checking out the controls and special apparatus with the technicians； I cleared the ship。 There was a tape in the automatic navigator that would put me on the course mentioned in all the articles； just a press of a button and I would be on my way。 I pressed the button。
It was a beautiful ship； and the dockyard had been lavish with their attention to detail。 From bow to rear tubes she was plated in pure gold。 There are other metals with a higher albedo； but none that give a richer effect。 All the fittings； inside and out； were either machine…turned or plated。 All this work could not
