He dashed off. Travis collapsed into a chair. A few moments later Trippe came back bearing food, but his eyes by now had begun to penetrate the dirt of the girl, and he stood watching her, bemused. Then suddenly he began to look happier than he had in several days. Travis told him briefly what had happened in the sewer, also about the brains of Lappy. Trippe was impressed. But he continued to regard the girl.
“Well,” Travis said, munching, “fill me in on what’s been going on. The eclipse come off?”
Trippe jerked. He focussed on Travis unhappily.
“Oh boy, did it come off. Wait’ll you hear. Listen, you know the way it is now, I think they’re going to kick all Earthmen off this planet. The M.C. says we may have to leave and come back a hundred years from now. Not anybody going to get a contract now.”
“What happened?”
“Well, you wouldn’t believe it. You have to understand these people’s astrology. You know the little moon these people have—Felda, they call it—it’s only a tiny thing, really only a few hundred yards wide. Well, when the Mapping Command first came by here they set down on that Moon and set up a listening post before landing, you know, the way they always do, to size up the situation through telescopes, radio, all that. Mostly they just orbit but this time they landed. God knows why. And took off again, naturally, throwing in the star drive. So today the eclipse comes off all right, but it comes off late.”
He could not help smiling.
“You see what happened. A star drive is a hell of a force. It altered the orbit of the moon. Not enough to make any real difference, just a few hours a year, only minutes a day, but boy, you want to hear these people howl. And I guess you can see their point. Every movement that damn moon makes is important to them, they know where it should be to the inch. And now not only is it slightly off course, but so is every ephemeris printed on Mert. And they have them printed up, I understand, for the next thousand years. Which runs into money. We offered to pay, of course, but paying isn’t going to help. It seems we’ve also messed up interpretations, predictions, the whole doggone philosophy. Oh it’s a real ding dong. But contract? Not in a million years.”
Travis sighed. That seemed to put the cap on it, all right. After all, when you start pushing people’s moons around, where will it end? He brooded, his appetite gone. But he made a last effort.
“Did you discover anything at all we could use?”
“Nope. Not a thing. I finally figured the only thing to do was work on the astrology end of it, you know, maybe we could argue about interpretations. These people love to argue about interpretations. But no soap. It’s too complicated. To learn enough even to argue would take a couple of years. And besides Unico is here, and also Randall, and they all have the same idea. Anyway, I don’t think it would work. The eclipse is too definite. You can’t argue the eclipse.”
“Well,” Travis said with approval, “you were on the right track. You did what you could. At least we got something out of the deal.” He indicated Lappy, who was at that moment fervidly examining the interior of the viewscreen.
Trippe nodded, but his eyes were on Navel.
“By jing,” he said suddenly, “your luck holds good, no matter what. I never saw the beat of it—”
“Luck?” Travis fumed, “what luck?”
“Look, Trav, what else could you call it? You fall in a sewer, you come up with Isaac Newton and a gorgeous doll. It’s uncanny, that’s what it is, uncanny.”
Travis lapsed into wordless musing on Navel, planets, people.
Come to think of it, he thought, it is uncanny.
At that moment there was a pounding on the lock. Travis quickly shooed Navel and Lappy into hiding, then cautiously went to the door. He relaxed. It was Ed Horton.
“I saw you come back, Trav. Mighty glad. But I knew you’d make it. Old Pat Travis always comes through. Aint that right, Pat?”
He tottered in the doorway. Travis caught the sweet scent of strong brew. He stepped forward to help him but Horton stood up grandly, waving him away. His mouth creased in an amiable grin.
“Diomed,” he announced proudly, “is a nine planet system.”
After which he fell backwards out of the door.
Trav ran to the door, stared down into the dark. Horton sat upright at the foot of the ladder.
“Sall right ole buddy. Dint mean to stay. Only thought you’d like to know natural sci-yen-tiffy fack. Diomed is nine plan’ system.”
He rose on wobbly but cheerful legs.
“No favoritism there, hey? Science. I just tell you a fack, you take it from there. No favoritism tall.”
He lurched away mumbling cheerily, his obligation fulfilled.
Travis stared after him, wheels turning in his brain. Fack? A nine planet system. It jelled slowly, then broke.
Nine planets.
The key.
He turned slowly on Trippe, his eyes swivelling like twin dark cannon.
“What’s he say?” Trippe said, half-smiling. “Boy, he was sure—”
“Did you know this was a nine planet system?”
“Why . . . sure, Trav. But what—”
“And did you take the trouble to examine their astrology?”
“Certainly. What the heck—”
“And you call it luck.” Travis sighed, then broke into a radiant grin. “Why there’s your bloomin’ answer, you sad silly dreamin’—there’s your bloomin’ answer!” He sailed over to a drawer, grabbed a batch of fresh contracts, then flashed toward the door.
“Hold the fort,” he bawled over his shoulder, “break out a big bottle and small glasses! We got a contract, lad, we got a contract!”
He vanished triumphantly into the night.
*
Old 29 was homing. Travis felt the great soft peace of deep space close over him. All was right with the world. A clean and sparkling Navel, well-bathed now and almost frighteningly beautiful, sat worshipfully at his feet dressed in a pair of Dahlinger’s pajamas. Both Trippe and Dahlinger were regarding him with wonder and delight, and as he sat gazing down at them fondly he recalled with pleasure the outraged faces of the men from Unico, that robber outfit.
“Pat Travis,” he chuckled, patting the fat contract in his pocket, “the luckless Pat Travis rides again.” He turned an eye on the staring Trippe.
“My boy,” he said paternally, “speaks me no speaks about luck, from this day forth. All the material was in your hands, there was no luck involved. All you had to do was use it.”
“But Trav, I still don’t get it. I’ve been thinkin’ all night, all the while you were gone . . . .”
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