tz.theicarushunt-第52节
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for。 Anyone aboard could have sabotaged Jones's rebreather prior to his acpanying Chort on his spacewalk； and everyone was out on their own during the time Ixil's room was tampered with。
Everyone。 Including Tera。
Because Ixil's opinions to the contrary； I still hadn't eliminated her as a suspect。 Far from it。 The photo Uncle Arthur had sent wasn't nearly definitive enough for me to accept her claimed identity； and it was for sure that if the real Elaina Tera Cameron was running around the Spiral somewhere else we'd never hear about it here on the Icarus。 True； she'd known about the hull's alien grav generator； but if she was actually one of the archaeologists or techs； she would have also known about that。 Uncle Arthur had said the Ihmisits had rounded up the whole group； but without knowing his source for that information I was forced to consider it inplete if not downright suspect。 As to the rest of her story； I hadn't actually seen Cameron aboard the Icarus； and I sure couldn't confirm that he was the one I'd chased leisurely around the 'tweenhull area。
And I couldn't help noticing the interesting timing of the Patth infiltrating the Meima dig with a couple of Lumpies just when the Icarus was ready to fly。 It could be coincidence； or something in their own external intelligence had caught the roving Patth eye； but it could also be that they'd had an agent inside the dig itself。 We had only Tera's word that she wasn't that agent。
But then； we had only everyone else's word for who they were； too。 Tera had said Cameron had kept her presence on Meima close to the vest。 Maybe he'd done the same with someone else as well； shielding this agent's presence even from his own daughter。 It was the sort of double…blind stunt a man like Cameron might well have pulled； as Tera herself had said； you couldn't tell what you didn't know。 Perhaps it was that second string to Cameron's bow who had been suborned by the Patth； or had simply decided he was tired of a tech's salary and that this was his big chance to retire in fort。
And if that was true； it might finally explain why we were still free。 Either our traitor hadn't turned us in to the Patth yet because he was waiting for the price to go up； or else because he suspected another of Cameron's people was aboard and didn't want to show his hand until he'd figured out who it was。
So why was Jones murdered？
Had he known something damaging to the murderer？ Or； conversely； had the murderer been afraid he might learn something that he； the murderer； couldn't afford for anyone else to know？ It had to be something that a ship's mechanic might learn through his normal duties； or else the follow…up attack on Ixil didn't make any sense。
Unless the poison…gas threat had been just a smoke screen。 Maybe all Mr。 X had wanted to do was get rid of Jones； and had pulled the cyanide threat on Ixil to make it look like he had a grudge against anyone who tried to fill the mechanic post on the Icarus。 After all； Ixil hadn't even e close to dying on that one。
I scowled some more at my displays。 This was getting me nowhere except dizzy。 What could a perfect stranger like Jones…a perfect stranger to the rest of the Icarus's crew； anyway…possibly know that would be worth killing him over？ Perhaps the fact that； despite his claims about his mechanical skills； Nicabar didn't actually know one end of a wrench from another？ But why would even an egregious bending of the truth be worth murder？ Besides； Uncle Arthur's profile on Nicabar had shown that he did have those skills。 Was it something about Chort； then？ Or Everett； or Shawn？
A rumbling in my stomach intruded on my thoughts； an audible reminder that it had been a long time since my last meal。 Giving the displays one last check； I got up and headed back to the dayroom just aft of the bridge。 The ship could look after itself long enough for me to put together a quick sandwich； and maybe a liter or two of coffee would help me think。 Though from the evidence to date； I doubted it。
I had assembled a sandwich from the rather unimaginative selection of ship's stores； and was pouring coffee into a spill…proof mug； when I caught the sound of a light footstep outside the door。 I turned； and to my plete lack of surprise found Chort framed in the doorway。 〃Excuse me； Captain McKell；〃 he said in his whistly voice。 〃I did not mean to intrude。〃
〃No intrusion at all；〃 I assured him； waving him in。 〃The dayroom's mon property； you know。 e in； e in。〃
〃Thank you；〃 he said； moving somewhat hesitantly into the room。 〃I know that the dayroom is usually a mon area。 But here it does not seem to be so。〃
〃The Icarus is an unusual ship；〃 I reminded him； picking up my plate and mug and settling down at the table。 So far on this trip I hadn't really had the chance to talk with Chort； and this seemed the ideal opportunity to do so。 〃And we're flying under very unusual conditions；〃 I added。 〃Our crew doesn't have the usual cohesion of people who've traveled a lot together。〃 I eyed him speculatively。 〃Though maybe that doesn't mean all that much to you。 You haven't been at this sort of thing very long； have you？〃
His feathery scales fluttered slightly。 〃Is it so very obvious？〃
I shrugged。 〃Maybe a little；〃 I said。 〃I wouldn't worry about it； though。 You're a Craea； and somehow you people have space travel in your blood。〃
〃Perhaps。〃 His beak clicked softly twice； the first time I'd heard him make that sound。 〃Or perhaps that is merely a myth。〃
〃If it is； there are an awful lot of people who've swallowed it；〃 I told him； taking a bite of my sandwich。 〃There's a terrific demand out there for Craean spacewalkers。〃
〃Perhaps the demand is justifiable；〃 he said； eyeing me closely。 〃But perhaps it is not。 Tell me； what did Ship Master Borodin tell you about this mission？〃
〃What do you mean？〃 I asked； frowning。 Mission； he'd said。 Not trip or voyage。 Mission。 〃I was hired to fly the Icarus from Meima to Earth。 Why； did he tell you something else？〃
〃Not something else； exactly；〃 he said； those pure white eyes still studying me with a disfiting intensity。 〃But he said there was something more involved here。〃
He stopped。 〃Go on；〃 I encouraged him； taking another bite of sandwich so as not to look too eager。
He gave it another couple of heartbeats before he finally went on。 〃Twelve others were trying to hire me at the Craean employment site on Meima；〃 he said。 〃Ship Master Borodin drew me aside and told me that while he could not pay as much as the others were offering； he could instead offer me a chance to do something for my people that would never be forgotten。〃
〃Really；〃 I said； fighting to keep my voice casual as I took another bite to hide the sudden shiver running through me。 Idiot that I was； not until that moment had Tera's revelation of the Icarus's true nature made even the slightest connection in my mind with the data Uncle Arthur had sent regarding the boom the Craean economy had been enjoying since the Talariac had hit the space lanes。 〃What else did he say？〃
Faced with a nonhuman audience； I'd apparently overplayed my casual act。 〃You don't believe me；〃 Chort said； starting for the door。 〃I'm sorry to have bothered you。〃
〃No； no…please；〃 I said； gathering my feet beneath me； ready to jump out of my chair if I needed to in order to stop him。 Suddenly there were a whole new raft of possibilities opening up here； possibilities I very much wanted to explore。 〃I didn't mean it that way。 Of course I believe you。 Did he say anything more？〃
He stood there another moment； then slowly retraced his steps。 〃You do not understand；〃 he said。 〃You humans。 You greatly dislike the Patth…I hear you talking。 But you do not understand。〃
〃Help me understand； then；〃 I invited； gesturing at the seat across the table from me。 〃Why shouldn't we dislike the Patth？〃
He hesitated again； then slowly sat down in the indicated seat。 〃You spoke of space travel being in Craean blood；〃 he said。 〃Perhaps in some ways it is。 We love free fall； and thrive in space habitats。 We have five in our home system； did you know that？〃
I nodded。 〃I hear they're beautiful inside。 I wish your government allowed non…Crooea to visit them。〃
〃They are indeed beautiful；〃 he said； the white eyes unfocusing oddly。 〃And it is in such places； or on our homeworld itself； that most Crooea would prefer to live if that was possible。〃
His eyes came back to focus on my face。 〃But such is not the case。 We have nothing in the fields of science or technology that can pete with the products of Earth or Basni or J'kayrr。 Yet we must continue to create wealth if we are to have the benefits of that technology； or if we are to build more space habitats for our people。〃
〃You have your food exports；〃 I reminded him。 〃I understand they're very much sought after。〃
〃But they can travel only a limited distance before spoiling；〃 he said。 〃In the face of such a dilemma； what can the Crooea do？〃
I sighed。 I saw where he was headed now； all right。 〃They hire themselves out across the Spiral； of course；〃 I said。 〃Tell me； how much of your pay goes directly to the Craean government？〃 His beak snapped hard。 〃Seven…tenths；〃 he said。 A seventy percent tax bracket。 Indentured servitude；
