Intergalactic Stories: 60+ SF Classics in One Edition (Illustrated). Leigh Brackett

humming rail, farther and farther into the reaches of the spaceport. Below there were the wide clear spaces of the landing aprons, and great ships standing in them, their tails down and their noses high in the air, high above the monorail, towering over the freight belts and the multitude of machines that served them.

      Ahead there was the onracing edge of twilight, and beyond it, coming swiftly, was the lunar night.

      Durham said to Wanbecq, "What's this all about?"

      Wanbecq sneered.

      "You know," said Durham, "there's a law against changing the color of your skin for the purpose of committing criminal acts. That's so the wrong people won't get blamed. There's a law against carrying lethal weapons. There is even, humorously enough, a law against espionage on The Hub. You know I'm going to turn you over to the authorities?"

      Again Wanbecq sneered. He was a hateful little man, but he looked so young and so proudly martyred that Durham almost felt sorry for him.

      Almost. Not quite.

      "On second thought," he said, "I guess I'll save you both for Jubb."

      That was a random shot, prompted by the memory of how their faces looked when the shadow-thing had squealed that word at them. It hit. Wanbecq's face became distorted with a fanatic hatred, and Wanbecq-ai, rubbing her throat, croaked, "Then you are in league with The Beast."

      She pronounced that name with unmistakable capitals.

      "Who said I was?" asked Durham.

      "The darkbird came to help you. It told us Jubb had claimed you."

      "It did," said Durham softly, "did it?" The dark birds will soon fly. The dark birds merely refer to a couple of ships engaged in poaching. That's what you say, Mr. Hawtree.

      "What is a darkbird? You mean that shadow thing?"

      "They are the servants, the familiars of The Beast," said Wanbecq. "The instruments by which he hopes to enslave all humanity. Do not pretend, Mr. Durham."

      "I'm not. This Jubb—what is he beside The Beast?"

      Wanbecq stared at him, and Durham made a menacing gesture. "Come on, I want to know."

      "Jubb is the ruler of Senya Dik."

      "And Senya Dik?"

      "Our sister planet. A dark and evil sister, plotting our destruction. A demon sister, Mr. Durham. Have you ever heard of the Bitter Star?"

      "I never heard of any of it but I find it very interesting. Go on."

      "Whoever controls the darkbirds controls the Star, and whoever controls the Star can destroy anything he wishes. This is Jubb." Wanbecq thrust out his hands. "You're human, Mr. Durham. If you have sold your soul, take it back again. Fight with us, not against us."

      "I assume," said Durham, "that Jubb is not human."

      Wanbecq-ai made an abrupt sound of disgust. "This is silly, Mr. Durham. If you know so little why are you going to Nanta Dik at all?"

      Durham did not answer. He did not have any answer to that one. Wondered if ever he would have it.

      "If you are so ignorant," continued Wanbecq-ai viciously, "of course you don't know that the Terran consul Karlovic is over his head in intrigue, conniving with Jubb in order to make this treaty of Federation."

      Durham sat up straight. "A treaty of what?"

      "The sector," said Wanbecq slowly, "will belong either to the human race or to the beast, but it cannot belong to both."

      "Federation," said Durham, answering his own question. And suddenly many formless things began to fit together into a shape that was still cloudy but had a sinister solidity. In order for a solar system to become a member of the Federation its member planets were required to have achieved unity among themselves, with common citizenship, a common council, common laws. And in order for a sub-sector to become federated, all its solar systems must have reached a like accord.

      In this case, since the system of the two Diks was the only inhabited one in the sub-sector, the two things were the same. The fate of 9G rested solely on the behavior of two planets.

      If 9G remained unfederated, the company or companies engaged in mining or other business under local license could continue to operate in almost any way they chose as long as they kept the local officials happy. They could strip the whole area of its mineral resources, pile up incredible fortunes, and leave the native worlds with nothing. But if 9G became a member of the Federation, Federation law would immediately step in, and Federation enforcement of same, and if there were any abuses of native rights, the people responsible would suffer for it.

      Postulate a company. Postulate a connection between it and Hawtree. Postulate and postulate.

      At around three hundred miles an hour the taxi plunged into the twilight zone. Light sprang on automatically. Outside it became dark very swiftly, and the darkness roared, and glittered with a million lamps.

      "Who," asked Durham, "is principally against your two worlds uniting so that the treaty can go through?"

      "All of us," said Wanbecq fiercely. "Shall we give up our rights, our independence, our human institutions, everything our race has stood for—"

      Wanbecq-ai cried out, "We will never unite, never! No one can force us to betray our species!"

      Susan began to cry.

      "Please," said Durham. "Baby. You're all right."

      "You hit me."

      "I had to. I'll apologize later. Be quiet now, Susan, please." He turned back to the Wanbecqs. "Everybody on Nanta Dik feels that way?"

      "There are traitors everywhere," said Wanbecq darkly. "Some of them, unfortunately, are in positions of power."

      "They won't be for long," said Wanbecq-ai. "Look here, Mr. Durham, you're going to Nanta Dik with a message. We aren't the only ones who want to know what it is. Jubb has sent a darkbird for you. Take my advice. Tell us your message and go back to The Hub."

      Susan said in a nasty muffled voice, "You're insane. Nobody would trust him with a message to the milkman. He lost his job because he couldn't be trusted."

      Without rancor, Durham said, "You're absolutely right, darling. And wouldn't it be strangely fitting if that's why I got my job back again?" He said to the Wanbecqs, "Somebody tipped you off about me. Who?"

      "We know him only as a friend of humanity."

      "Somebody must have sent you here from Nanta Dik."

      "On our world there are many friends of humanity. Think of them, Mr. Durham, when you kiss the Bitter Star."

      * * * * *

      The taxi slowed, strongly, smoothly. The blurred panorama of lights and ships became separable into individual shapes. Durham stared out ahead. There was the squat form of a freighter, ugly and immensely powerful, on a landing apron only partially lighted. The Margaretta K.

      Durham asked, "Who owns her?"

      "Universal Minerals."

      "And who owns Universal Minerals?"

      "Several people, I think, all Earthmen."

      "Who speaks for Universal Minerals on Nanta Dik?"

      A little reluctantly, Wanbecq said "There is a man named Morrison."

      The name rang no bell in Durham's mind. It brought no visible reaction to Susan's face either, though he was watching it closely.

      "And how," he asked, "does Morrison feel about humanity?"

      "Ask the Bitter Star," said Wanbecq, and the taxi slid to a halt beside the platform on which Durham now saw that several men were standing. Wanbecq and Wanbecq-ai hunched forward expectantly.

      "No," said Durham.