"They can't interfere," said Bellaver. "I've got a lien on that ship, a formal claim."
"Sure," said Hyrst. "But you'd better be the first to find it. Possession, you know. Bear off a bit. Mislead them. They're sure now they know where you're going."
"Don't they?" said Bellaver, looking ahead at the glittering spark that was Mercury. "There isn't anyplace else to go."
"Isn't there?"
Bellaver stared at him, narrow-eyed. "The legend of the Vulcan was exploded by the first explorers. There is no intra-Mercurial world."
Hyrst shot a swift stabbing mental glance toward Pluto. Still nothing. He sighed and said easily,
"There wasn't then. There is now."
He brazened out the look of incredulity on Bellaver's face.
"These are Lazarites, remember, not men. They built a place for themselves where nobody would ever think to look. Not a planet, of course, just a floating workshop. A satellite. And now you know. So you can let them beat you to Mercury."
"All right," said Bellaver softly. "All right."