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"I suppose you know that those people he rescued were Free Traders. He told 'X' Corps that he could report back through his friends. So they let him try. It's my guess that no one knew that he intended to pose as a beggar -- I doubt if he planned it; he was always great at improvising. But he got in and for years he observed and got his reports out.
"That's the background and now I want to squeeze every possible fact out of you. You can tell us about methods -- the report I forwarded never said a word about methods. Another agent might be able to use his methods."
Thorby said soberly, "Ill tell you anything I can. I don't know much."
"You know more than you think you do. Would you let the psych officer put you under again and see if we can work total recall?"
"Anything is okay if it'll help Pop's work."
"It should. Another thing --" Brisby crossed his cabin, held up a sheet on which was the silhouette of a spaceship. "What ship is this?"
Thorby's eyes widened. "A Sargonese cruiser."
Brisby snatched up another one. "This?"
"Uh, it looks like a slaver that called at Jubbulpore twice a year."
"Neither one," Brisby said savagely, "is anything of the sort. These are recognition patterns out of my files -- of ships built by our biggest shipbuilder. If you saw them in Jubbulpore, they were either copies, or bought from us!"
Thorby considered it
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