the stainless steel rat-第7节
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〃And the name of the peace…loving planet that is building this bad…memory from the past？〃
〃Cittanuvo。 Second planet of a B star in Corona Borealis。 No other colonized planets in the system。〃
〃Never heard of it；〃 Inskipp said as we took the private drop chute to his office。 〃Which may be a good or a bad sign。 Wouldn't be the first time trouble came from some out…of…the…way spot I never even knew existed。〃
With the automatic disregard for others of the truly dedicated； he pressed the scramble button on his desk。 Very quickly sleepy…eyed clerks and assistants were bringing files and records。 We went through them together。
Modesty prevented me from speaking first； but I had a very short wait before Inskipp reached the same conclusion I had。 He buried a folder the length of the room and scowled out at the harsh dawn light。
〃The more I look at this thing；〃 he said； 〃the fishier it gets。 This planet seems to have no possible motive or use for a battleship。 But they are building one…that I will swear on a stack of one thousand credit notes as high as this building。 Yet what will they do with it when they have it built？ They have an expanding culture； no unemployment； a surplus of heavy metals and ready markets for all they produce。 No hereditary enemies； feuds or the like。 If it wasn't for this battleship thing； I would call them an ideal League planet。 I have to know more about them。〃
〃I've already called the spaceport…in your name of course；〃 I told him。 〃Ordered a fast courier ship。 I'll leave within the hour。〃
〃Aren't you getting a little ahead of yourself； diGriz；〃 he said。 Voice chill as the icecap。 〃I still give the orders and I'll tell you when you're ready for an independent mand。〃
I was sweetness and light because a lot depended on his decision。 〃Just trying to help； chief； get things ready in case you wanted more info。 And this isn't really an operation； just a reconnaissance。 I can do that as well as any of the experienced operators。 And it may give me the experience I need； so that some day； I； too； will be qualified to join the ranks 。 。 。〃
〃All right；〃 he said。 〃Stop shoveling it on while I can still breathe。 Get out there。 Find out what is happening。 Then get back。 Nothing else…and that's an order。〃
By the way he said it； I knew he thought there was little chance of its happening that way。 And he was right。
Chapter 5
A quick stop at supply and record sections gave me everything I needed。 The sun was barely clear of the horizon when the silver barb of my ship lifted in the gray field； then blasted into space。
The trip took only a few days； more than enough time to memorize everything I needed to know about Cittanuvo。 And the more I knew the less I could understand their need for a battleship。 It didn't fit。 Cittanuvo was a secondary settlement out of the Cellini system； and I had run into these settlements before。 They were all united in a loose alliance and bickered a lot among themselves； but never came to blows。 If anything； they shared a universal abhorrence of war。
Yet they were secretly building a battleship。
Since I was only chasing my tail with this line of thought； I put it out of my mind and worked on some tri…di chess problems。 This filled the time until Cittanuvo blinked into the bow screen。
One of my most effective mottoes has always been； 〃Secrecy can be an obviousity。 〃What the magicians call misdirection。 Let people notice what is hidden。 This was why I landed at midday； on the largest field on the planet； after a very showy approach。 I was already dressed for my role； and out of the ship before the landing braces stopped vibrating。 Buckling the fur cape around my shoulders with the platinum clasp； I stamped down the ramp。 The sturdy little M…3 robot rumbled after me with my bags。 Heading directly towards the main gate； I ignored the scurry of activity around the customs building。 Only when a uniformed under…official of some kind ran over to me； did I give the field any attention。
Before he could talk I did； foot in the door and stay on top。
〃Beautiful planet you have here。 Delightful climate！ Ideal spot for a country home。 Friendly people； always willing to help strangers and all that I imagine。 That's what I like。 Makes me feel grateful。 Very pleased to meet you。 I am the Grand Duke Sant' Angelo。 〃I shook his hand enthusiastically at this point and let a one hundred credit note slip into his palm。
〃Now；〃 I added； 〃I wonder if you would ask the customs agents to look at my bags here。 Don't want to waste time； do we？ The ship is open； they can check that whenever they please；〃
My manner； clothes； jewelry； the easy way I passed money around and the luxurious sheen of my bags； could mean only one thing。 There was little that was worth smuggling into or out of Cittanuvo。 Certainly nothing a rich man would be interested in。 〃The official murmured something with a smile； spoke a few words into his phone； and the job was done。
A small wave of customs men hung stickers on my luggage； peeked into one or two for conformity's sake； and waved me through。 I shook hands all around…a rustling handclasp of course…then was on my way。 A cab was summoned； a hotel suggested。 I nodded agreement and settled back while the robot loaded the bags about me。
The ship was pletely clean。 Everything I might need for the job was in my luggage。 Some of it quite lethal and explosive； and very embarrassing if it were discovered in my bags。 In the safety of my hotel suite I made a change of clothes and personality。 After the robot had checked the rooms for bugs。
And very nice gadgets too； these Corps robots。 It looked and acted like a moron M…3 all the time。 It was anything but。 The brain was as good as any other robot brain I have known； plus the fact that the chunky body was crammed with devices and machines of varying use。 It chugged slowly around the room； moving my bags and laying out my kit。 And all the time following a careful route that covered every inch of the suite。 When it had finished it stopped and called the all clear。
〃All rooms checked。 Results negative except for one optic bug in that wall。〃
〃Should you be pointing like that？〃 I asked the robot。 〃Might make people suspicious； you know。〃
〃Impossible；〃 the robot said with mechanical surety。 〃I brushed against it and it is now unserviceable。〃
With this assurance I pulled off my flashy clothes and slipped into the midnight black dress uniform of an admiral in the League Grand Fleet。 It came plete with decorations； gold bullion； and all the necessary documents。 I thought it a little showy myself； but it was just the thing to make the right impression on Cittanuvo。 Like many other planets； this one was uniform…conscious。 Delivery boys； street cleaners； clerks…all had to have characteristic uniforms。 Much prestige attached to them； and my black dress outfit should rate as high as any uniform in the galaxy。
A long cloak would conceal the uniform while I left the hotel； but the gold…encrusted helmet and a brief case of papers were a problem。 I had never explored all the possibilities of the pseudo M…3 robot； perhaps it could be of help。
〃You there； short and chunky；〃 I called。 〃Do you have any concealed partments or drawers built into your steel hide？ If so； let's see。〃
For a second I thought the robot had exploded。 The thing had more drawers in it than a battery of cash registers。 Big； small； flat； thin； they shot out on all sides。 One held a gun and two more were stuffed with grenades； the rest were empty。 I put the hat in one； the brief case in another and snapped my fingers。 The drawers slid shut and its metal hide was as smooth as ever。
I pulled on a fancy sports cap； buckled the cape up tight； and was ready to go。 The luggage was all booby…trapped and could defend itself。 Guns； gas； poison needles； the usual sort of thing。 In the last resort it would blow itself up。 The M…3 went down by a freight elevator。 I used a back stairs and we met in the street。
Since it was still daylight I didn't take a heli； but rented a ground…car instead。 We had a leisurely drive out into the country and reached President Ferraro's house after dark。
As befitted the top official of a rich planet； the place was a mansion。 But the security precautions were ludicrous to say the least。 I took myself and a three hundred fifty…kilo robot through the guards and alarms without causing the slightest stir。 President Ferraro； a bachelor； was eating his dinner。 This gave me enough undisturbed time to search his study。
There was absolutely nothing。 Nothing to do with wars or battleships that is。 If I had been interested in blackmail I had enough evidence in my hand to support me for life。 I was looking for something bigger than political corruption； however。
When Ferraro rolled into his study after dinner the room was dark。 I heard him murmur something about the servants and fumble for the switch。 Before he found it； the robot closed the door and turned on the lights。 I sat behind his desk； all his personal papers before me…weighted down with a pistol…and as fierce a scowl as I could raise smeared across my face。 Before he got over the shoc
