"Didn't mean to sound capricious," Forbes said, his smile gone.
"Of course not," Heidel said.
Edward Clarke cleared his throat. "May I ask, sir, how this was discovered and how it was narrowed down to the Superior Council?"
"Surely," Heidel said crisply. "No need to go into the troubles we've been having. You know all about that. But how these troubles originated is the important thing. Do you remember the missionary affair?"
"When we were going to convert the Eastern industrial section?"
"That's right," Heidel said, remembering. "Horrible massacre."
"Bloody," agreed John Meehan.
"Sixty-seven missionaries lost," Heidel said.
"I remember the Martian note of apology," Forbes said. "'We have worshipped our own God for two-hundred thousand years. We would prefer to continue. Thank you.' Blinking nerve, eh?"
"Neither here nor there," Heidel said abruptly. "The point is that no one knew those sixty-seven men were missionaries except myself and you five men."