“That wouldn’t do any good,” Neel said quietly. “The whole thing is past the patch and polish stage now. Besides⁠—I blew the whole works up. My machines and records, your⁠—”

“You’re a fool!” For the first time there was pain in Costa’s voice.

“No. I was before⁠—but not any more. As long as I thought it was a normal problem I was being outguessed at every turn. You must understand the ramifications of Societics. To a good operator there is no interrelationship that cannot be uncovered. Hengly would be certain to keep his eyes open for another field check. Our kind of operation is very easy to spot if you know where⁠—and how⁠—to look. The act of getting information implies contact of some kind, that contact can be detected. He’s had our location marked and has been sitting tight, buying time. But our time ran out when you showed them we were ready to fight back. That’s why I destroyed our setup, and cut our trail.”

“But⁠ ⁠… then we’re defenseless! What can we possibly do?”

Neel knew the answer, but he hesitated to put it into words. It would be final then. He suddenly realized he had forgotten about Costa’s wound.

“I’m sorry⁠ ⁠… I forgot about your being hurt. What can I do?”

“Nothing,” Costa snapped. “I put a field dressing on, that’ll do. Answer my question. What is there left? What can be done now?”

“I’ll have to kill Hengly. That will set things right until the team gets here.”

“But what good will that accomplish?” Costa asked, trying to see the other man in the darkness of the cellar. “You told me yourself that a war couldn’t be averted by assassination. No one individual means that much.”