Saxon couldn't inform the T.I.S. of his knowledge. He had no proof, except what he had read in this one man's mind.
He had told Villainowski of his suspicions. The chief had promised to set the T.I.S. onto the case, but they had turned up no evidence of any kind against the great corporation.
General Atomic had done its work with utmost secrecy, not letting its right hand know what its left hand was doing.
Saxon was desperate. He grasped the girl's slight shoulders. "What do you know about it, Ileth?"
"I don't know anything. Oh Lord, Jon, I'm to be General Atomic's representative aboard the Shooting Star, and they've told me nothing of any plot against the ship. Nothing, Jon, I swear it."
With a disheartening feeling of defeat, Jon realized the girl was telling the truth. She had been told nothing of General Atomic's plan. She, too, he read in her frightened thoughts, had been instructed to take orders from a General Atomic's agent whom she knew as Q62.
"Who's Q62?" he shot at her.
Ileth's hazel-green eyes were enormous. "You! How did you know?"
"Who's Q62?"
"I don't know. I've never met him."