"Not a thing. We have no record of a—McWorther's World."
"What do you suppose?"
"Well, it seems authentic enough. We do know Ambassador Summerson has been working in that general area."
"And you think Summerson signed an aid agreement with this potentate?"
"I'd say the message speaks for itself."
Again, Hoverly worried his mustache. "Did you check with Summerson?"
"He's on extended leave."
"What do you think we ought to do?"
"McWorther's World must be a critical area. And evidently we're going to get what we want out of the deal, since the Potentate speaks of concurrence with Western Cluster aims."
Impatiently, the undersecretary glanced out the window. Ganymede was well out of the Jovian umbra now. If he didn't leave soon, he'd be late for his conference with the commerce department on Farside Luna.