That much I saw while running a block at top speed.
He was getting into a car when I came panting up. He said, «Change your mind?»
«No, but … hoo! … you're going to change yours. Whew! The mood you're in, you'll fly straight into … Bellamy's camp and … tell him he's a lousy pirate. Hyooph! Then if you're wrong, he'll … punch you in the nose … and if you're right, he'll either … laugh at you or have you … killed.»
Emil climbed into the car. «If you're going to argue, get in and argue there.»
I got in. I had some of my breath back. «Will you get it through your thick head? You've got your life to lose and nothing to gain. I told you why.»
«I've got to try, don't I? Fasten your crash web.»
I fastened my crash web. Its strands were thin as coarse thread and not much stronger, but they had saved lives. Any sharp pull on the crash web would activate the crash field, which would enfold the pilot and protect him from impact.
«If you've still got to look for the kidnappers,» I said, «why not do it here? There's a good chance Lloobee's somewhere on the base.»
«Nuts,» said Emil. He turned on the lift units, and we took off. «Bellamy's yacht is the only ship that fits.»
«There's another ship that fits. The Argos.»
«Put your goggles on. We're about to go through the weather dome. What about the Argos?»
«Think it through. There had to be someone aboard in the first place to plant the gas bomb that knocked us out. Why shouldn't that same person have hidden Lloobee somewhere, gagged or unconscious, until the Argos could land?»
«Finagle's gonads! He could still be on the Argos! No, he couldn't; they searched the Argos.» Emil glared at nothing. At that moment we went through the weather dome. CY Aquarii, which had been a soft white patch, became for an instant a tiny bright point of agony. Then a spot on each lens of my goggles turned black and covered the sun.
«We'll have to check it out later,» said Emil. «But we can call city hall now and tell them one of the kidnappers was on the Argos.»
But we couldn't. Where the car radio should have been was a square hole.
Emil smote his forehead. With his Jinxian strength it's a wonder he survived. «I forgot. Car radios won't work on Gummidgy. You have to use a ship's com laser and bounce the beam off one of the orbital stations.»
«Do we have a com laser?»
«Do you see one? Maybe in ten years someone'll think of putting com lasers in cars. Well, we'll have to do it later.»
«That's silly. Let's do it now.»
«First we check on Bellamy.»
«I'm not going.»
Emil just grinned.
He was right. It had been a futile comment. I had three choices:
Fighting a Jinxian.
Getting out and walking home. But we must have gone a mile up already, and the base was far behind.
Visiting Bellamy, who was an old friend, and looking around unobtrusively while we were there. Actually, it would have been rude not to go. Actually, it would have been silly not to at least drop by and say hello while we were on the same planet.
Actually, I rationalize a lot.
«Do one thing for me,» I said. «Let me do all the talking. You can be the strong, silent type who smiles a lot.»
«Okay. What are you going to tell him?»
«The truth. Not the whole truth, but some of it.»
The four-hour trip passed quickly. We found cards and a score pad in a glove compartment. The car blasted quietly and smoothly through a Mach four wall of air, rising once to clear a magnificent range of young mountains.
«Can you fly a car?»
I looked up from my cards. «Of course.» Most people can. Every world has its wilderness areas, and it's not worthwhile to spread transfer booths all through a forest, especially one that doesn't see twenty tourists in a year. When you're tired of civilization, the only way to travel is to transfer to the edge of a planetary park and then rent a car.
«That's good,» said Emil, «in case I get put out of action.»
«Now it's your turn to cheer me up.»
Emil cocked his head at me. «If it's any help, I think I know how Bellamy's group found the Argos.»
«Go on.»
«It was the starseed. A lot of people must have known about it, including Margo. Maybe she told someone that she was stopping the ship so the passengers could get a look.»
«Not much help. She had a lot of space to stop in.»
«Did she? Think about it. First, Bellamy'd have no trouble at all figuring when she'd reach the Gummidgy system.»
«Right.» There's only one speed in hyperdrive.
«That means Margo would have to stop on a certain spherical surface to catch the light image of the starseed setting sail. Furthermore, in order to watch it happen in an hour, she had to be right in front of the starseed. That pinpoints her exactly.»
«There'd be a margin of error.»
Emil shrugged. «Half a light-hour on a side. All Bellamy had to do was wait in the right place. He had an hour to maneuver.»
«Bravo,» I said. There were things I didn't want him to know yet. «He could have done it that way, all right. I'd like to mention just one thing.»
«Go ahead.»
«You keep saying 'Bellamy did this' and 'Bellamy did that. We don't know he's guilty yet, and I'll thank you to remember it. Remember that he's a friend of a friend and don't start treating him like a criminal until you know he is one.»
«All right,» Emil said, but he didn't like it. He knew Bellamy was a kidnapper. He was going to get us both killed if he didn't watch his mouth.
At the last minute I got a break. It was only a bit of misinterpretation on Emil's part, but one does not refuse a gift from the gods.
We'd crossed six or seven hundred kilometers of veldt: blue-green grass with herds grazing at wide intervals. The herds left a clear path, for the grass (or whatever, we hadn't seen it close up) changed color when cropped. Now we were coming up on a forest, but not the gloomy green type of forest native to human space. It was a riot of color: patches of scarlet, green, magenta, yellow. The yellow patches were polka-dotted with deep purple.
Just this side of the forest was the hunting camp. Like a nudist at a tailors' convention, it leapt to the eye, flagrantly alien against the blue-green veldt. A bulbous plastic camp tent the size of a mansion dominated the scene, creases marring its translucent surface to show where it was partitioned into rooms. A diminutive figure sat outside the door, its head turning to follow our sonic boom. The yacht was some distance away.
The yacht was a gaily decorated playboy's space boat with a brilliant orange paint job and garish markings in colors that clashed. Some of the markings seemed to mean something. Bellamy, one year ago, hadn't struck me as the type to own such a boat. Yet there it stood, on three wide landing legs with paddle-shaped feet, its sharp nose pointed up at us.
It looked ridiculous. The hull was too thick and the legs were too wide, so that the big businesslike attitude jets in the nose became a comedian's nostrils. On a slender needle with razor-sharp swept-back airfoils that paint-job might have passed. But it made the compact, finless Drunkard's Walk look like a clown.
The camp swept under us while we were still moving at Mach two. Emil tilted the car into a wide curve, slowing and dropping. As we turned toward the camp for the second time, he said, «Bellamy's taking precious little pains to hide himself. Oh, oh.»
«What?»
«The yacht. It's not big enough. The ship Captain Tellefsen described was twice that size.»
A gift from the gods. «I hadn't noticed,» I said. «You're right. Well, that lets Bellamy out.»