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. His first impulse on taking over the business had been to shut down every Rudbek activity in that infected sector, cripple the slave trade that way. But you could not do that. You could not injure thousands, millions, of honest men to put the squeeze on criminals. It required more judicious surgery.
Which was what he was trying to do now. He started studying the unmarked folder.
Garsch stuck his head in. "Still running under the whip? What's the rush, boy?"
"Jim, where can I find ten honest men?"
"Huh? Diogenes was satisfied to hunt for one. Gave him more than he could handle."
"You know what I mean -- ten honest men each qualified to take over as a planetary manager for Rudbek." Thorby added to himself, "-- and acceptable to 'X' Corps."
"Now I'll tell one."
"Know any other solution? I'll have each one relieve a manager in the smelly sector and send the man he relieves back -- we can't fire them; we'll have to absorb them. Because we don't know. But the new men we can trust and each one will be taught how the slave trade operates and what to look for."
Garsch shrugged. "It's the best we can do. But forget the notion of doing it in one bite; we won't find that many qualified men at one time. Now look, boy, you ain't going to solve it tonight no matter how long you stare at those names. When you are as old as I am, you'll know you can't do everything at once -- provided you don't kill yourself first
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