Astounding Science Fiction, August 1955 (British Edition) — page 86: what you’re looking at

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84 ASTOUNDING SCIENCE FICTION refuse to obey Organization orders, and you don’t quit the Organization. Now get smart, big boy; do what you're told to.” He took a spool of record tape from his pocket and laid it on the desk. “Outline for your speech; put it in your own words, but follow it exactly.”” He stood watching Salgath Trod for a moment. “I won’t bother telling you what’ll happen to you if you don’t,” he added. “‘You can figure that out for yourself.” With that, he turned and went out the private door. For a while, Salgath Trod sat staring after him. Once he put his hand out toward the spool, then jerked it back as though the thing were radioactive. Once he looked at the clock ; it was just 1600. The green aircar settled onto the landing stage; Verkan Vall, on the front seat beside the driver, opened the door. ““Want me to call for you later, Assistant Verkan?”’ the driver asked. ‘"No thank you, Drenth. My wife and I are going to a dinner-party, and we'll probably go night-clubbing afterward. Tomorrow morning, all the anti-Management commentators will be yakking about my carousing around when I ought to be battling the Slave Trust. No use advertising myself with an official car, and giving them a chance to add, ‘at public expense.’ “Well, have some fun while you can,” the driver advised, reaching for the car-radio phone. ““Want me to check you in here, sir?” “Yes, if you will. Thank you, Drenth.” | Kandagro, his human servant, admitted him to the apartment six floors down. “Mistress Dalla is dressing,” he said. “She asked me to tell you that you are invited to dinner, this evening, with Thalvan Dras at his apartment.” Vall nodded. “ll talk to her about it now,” he said. ““Lay out my dress uniform; short jacket, boots and breeches, and needler.”’ “Yes, master; I'll go lay out your things and get your bath ready.” The servant turned and went into the alcove which gave access to the dressing rooms, turning right into Vall’s. valk followed him, turning left into his wife’s. ‘““Oh, Dalla!’ he called. “In here!” her voice came out of her bathroom. He passed through the dressing room, to find her stretched on a plastic- sheeted couch, while her maid, Rendarra, was rubbing her body vigorously with some pungent-smelling stuff about the consistency of machine-grease. Her face was masked in the stuff, and her hair was covered with an ‘elastic cap. He had always suspected that beauty was the real feminine religion, from the willingness of its devotees to submit to martyrdom for it. ‘She wiggled a hand at him in greeting. “*How did it go?”’ she asked. ‘*So-so. I organized myself a sort of miniature police force within a police force and I have liaison officers in every organization down to Sector Regional so that I can be informed promptly in case anything new turns up any- where. What’s been happening on Home Time Line? I picked up a news- summary at Paratime Police Headquarters; it seems that a lot more stuff has leaked out. Kholghoor Sector, Wizard Traders and all. How’d it happen?” Comicbookskcom