"Sure, I'm sure."
"Trying to talk to you?"
"That's it."
He blinked at her. "I looked in the bag, and the thing was gone."
"Lyad knows it was gone," Trigger said. "So in case she gets a chance to blab to someone, we'll say you had it."
He nodded and stood up. "You stay here," he said. "Prescription for the kind of treatment you've had is a day of bed rest."
"Where are you going?"
"I'm going to go talk to that Psychology ship," he said. "And just let 'em try to stall me this time!"
He went off up the passage toward the transmitter cabinet in the forward part of the ship. Some minutes passed. Then Trigger suddenly heard Commissioner Tate's voice raised in great wrath. She listened. It appeared the Psychology Service had got off on the wrong foot by advising him once more to stay calm.
He came back presently and sat down beside the bunk, still a little red in the face. "They're going to follow us," he said. "If they hadn't, I would have turned back and gunned our way on board that lopsided disgrace of theirs."