Stacey looked at Paul with a smile. "You're not making uranium out of broken pop bottles are you?"
"Nope. I'm just a guy working for the Bureau of Astrogation."
"Uh-huh. But with a secret under his hat large enough to keep him from yelping too loud."
"You know the reason for that."
"And how many others?"
"Damned few. Less than six, I'd guess."
Stacey shook his head again. "They don't clip screwballs for having a half-baked idea crammed in their simple skulls. So far as I can see it, you've got nothing to conceal, nothing to steal, and nothing much worth hiding."
"If Haedaecker knew what I had—"
Stacey grunted. "If Haedaecker wanted to stop you he would not have to hire a bunch of phony actors to do it," he said succinctly.
"But what else?"