"You mean—armed conquest?"
Trimmer laughed. "You said it, not me."
"They can't carry on much of a war—unless the soldiers commute by monorail."
"Maybe Prince Ali thinks he's got the answer."
"Sjambaks?"
"I didn't say it," said Trimmer blandly.
Murphy grinned. After a moment he said. "I picked up with a girl named Soek Panjoebang who plays the gamelan. I suppose she's working for either the Sultan or Prince Ali. Do you know which?"
Trimmer's eyes sparkled. He shook his head. "Might be either one. There's a way to find out."
"Yeah?"
"Get her off where you're sure there's no spy-cells. Tell her two things—one for Ali, the other for the Sultan. Whichever one reacts you know you've got her tagged."