CHAPTER VIIKirk began to laugh. He laughed until tears of rage and desperation stood in his eyes.
“Christ,” he said, “If Earth agents are all as bright as you are, Joe, God help her.”
He pointed to Tauncer. “Allow me to introduce you. This is Tauncer, Solleremos’ right-hand man.”
Garstang nodded. “I know.”
“I’ve just fought him off, and now I have to fight you. A fine thing. A damn fine thing. Listen, Joe. The Fifth was sent here by Ferdias to protect Earth. Solleremos will attack—”
“When?” asked Garstang.
“I don’t know. Ferdias’ agent was supposed to meet me here and give me final orders. Tauncer has taken care of that. Why do you suppose he did that? Why do you suppose he came here and attacked me? He—”
Garstang turned to Tauncer. “Yes,” he said. “Why did you?”
Tauncer said quiet
