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. An older man was there, seated at a paper-heaped desk. He had his blouse off and showed no insignia of rank. He got up, put out his hand, and said, "Captain Krausa? Of Free Trader . . . Seezoo, is it? I'm Colonel Brisby, commanding."
"Glad to be aboard, Skipper."
"Glad to have you. How's business?" He glanced at Thorby. "One of your officers?"
"Yes and no."
"Eh?"
"Colonel? May I ask in what class you graduated?"
"What? Oh-Eight. Why do you ask?"
"I think you can answer that. This lad is Thorby Baslim, adopted son of Colonel Richard Baslim. The Colonel asked me to deliver him to you."
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"What?"
"The name means something to you?"
"Of course it does." He stared at Thorby. "There's no resemblance."
" 'Adopted' I said. The Colonel adopted him on Jubbal."
Colonel Brisby closed the door. Then he said to Krausa, "Colonel Baslim is dead. Or 'missing and presumed dead,' these past two years."
"I know. The boy has been with me. I can report some details of the Colonel's death, if they are not known."
"You were one of his couriers?"
"Yes."
"You can prove it?"
"X three oh seven nine code FT."
"That can be checked. Well assume it is for the moment. By what means do you identify . . . Thorby Baslim?" Thorby did not follow the conversation. There was a buzzing in his ears, as if the tracker was being fed too much power, and the room was swelling and then growing smaller
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