"Incredible!" Thrombley murmured.
I wondered what he'd say if I told him that I thought it was deliberate.
"Naturally, I spent some time on the ship reading up on this planet, but I know practically nothing about what's been going on here in, say, the last year. And all I know about the death of Mr. Cumshaw is that he is said to have been killed by three brothers named Bonney."
"So you'll want just about everything, Mr. Silk," Thrombley said. "Really, I don't know where to begin."
"Start with why and how Mr. Cumshaw was killed. The rest, I believe, will key into that."
So they began; Thrombley, Stonehenge and Parros doing the talking. It came to this:
Ever since we had first established an Embassy on New Texas, the goal of our diplomacy on this planet had been to secure it into the Solar League. And it was a goal which seemed very little closer to realization now than it had been twenty-three years before.
"You must know, by now, what politics on this planet are like, Mr. Silk," Thrombley said.
"I have an idea. One Ambassador gone native, another gone crazy, the third killed himself, the fourth murdered."
"Yes, indeed. I've been here fifteen years, myself...."