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. "She'll be home
for supper. Richard, I thought you were on Mars?"
I consulted a calendar in my head. "Come to think about it,I am."
Aunt Til looked at me keenly. "Are you looped?"
Uncle Jock came back out just in time to say, "Stop it! That sort of talk
is forbidden. You all know it; you all are subject to the Code."
I said quickly, "I'm not subject to the Code, whatever it is.
Yes, Aunt Til, I'm looped. Back from 2188."
Uncle Jock fixed me with a look that used to scare me when I was ten or
twelve. "Richard Colin, what is this? Dr. Hubert gave me to understand that you
were under orders to report to Time Headquarters. Just this minute I stepped
inside and phoned him about your arrival. But no one goes to Headquarters who is
not sworn in and ruled by the Code. Leastwise, if he did, he wouldn't come out
again. You said earlier that you weren't in trouble but you can stop lying now
and tell me about it. I'll help you if I can; blood is thicker than water. So
let's have it."
"I'm not in any trouble that I know of. Uncle, but Dr. Hubert keeps trying
to hand me some. Are you seriously suggesting that reporting to Time
Headquarters could result in my not coming out alive? I'm not swom into the Time
Corps and I am not subject to its code. If you are serious, then I should not
report to the Time Corps' headquarters. Aunt Til, is it all right for us to
spend the night here? Or would that embarrass you? Or Uncle Jock?"
Without consulting Uncle Jock even by eye
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