"We tried to get through, but our wavelengths—"
"Bah! Sterner souls than I would have quailed at the spectacle!"
"Oh, you were perfectly justified in panicking—"
"I did not panic!" Nitworth bellowed. "I merely adjusted to the apparent circumstances. Now, I'm of two minds as to the advisability of this foreign legion idea of yours. Still, it may have merit. I believe the wisest course would be to dispatch them on a long training cruise in an uninhabited sector of space—"
The office windows rattled. "What the devil!" Nitworth turned, stared out at the ramp where a Qornt ship rose slowly on a column of pale blue light. The vibration increased as a second ship lifted, then a third.
Nitworth whirled on Magnan. "What's this! Who ordered these recruits to embark without my permission?"
"I took the liberty of giving them an errand to run, Mr. Secretary," Retief said. "There was that little matter of the Groaci infiltrating the Sirenian System. I sent the boys off to handle it."
"Call them back at once!"
"I'm afraid that won't be possible. They're under orders to maintain total communications silence until completion of the mission."
Nitworth drummed his fingers on the desk top. Slowly, a thoughtful expression dawned. He nodded.