Edward Everett Evans

“ Hanlon raised one of the tassel-whistles and blew a piercing blast. Now he could see several local policemen running toward the platform, and in moments Abrams, surrounded by an armed and alert escort, was hustled into a waiting police car, which sped back to the Embassy.
The Simonidean was white and shaking, upset by the episode.
“Why?” he kept asking, but no one had any answers. “I'm not important enough for anyone to want to kill,” Abrams shook his head. “The people of Simonides like the empire status—why should anyone here on Terra object?” ”

“ Hanlon saluted the other members of the Embassy staff, and rode the slideways back to Base, reporting to Admiral Rogers, to whom he gave a full and concise account of all that had happened.
“Whatever Mr. Abrams and the police may think, I still believe it was all carefully planned,” he concluded thoughtfully. “It wasn't just one man, for I could see at least a dozen. Though, of course,” he added quickly, “one man may have been behind it.” ”

“ In Admiral Rogers' office ten minutes later, Hanlon received his instructions. “Report to the Simonidean Embassy and put yourself at the disposal of Hector Abrams, First Secretary to the Simonidean Prime Minister. But first, hang this stuff on you. This dress sword is a little unusual—the scabbard is rounder than yours, but not noticeably so. It's really a blaster; the trigger is here on the handle as you grasp it. Put on these aide's aguillettes—the metal tips are police whistles. ”

“ Hanlon shrugged. “They probably will, Dick. They try to fit us where we can do the most good, Rogers said.” He picked up a book and sat down, apparently studying intently, and young Trowbridge resumed his own lessons. ”

“ He had partially learned—and now practiced with all his abilities and gained knowledge and intellect to improve and perfect the technique—to gauge the other's looks, glances, facial expressions, muscle movements, sudden tensenesses, and so on. ”