Her voice was low. "She was on her honeymoon. A passenger on the Krajulla. It was a luxury excursion liner which crashed on Venus three months ago, in case you've forgotten that too."
Memory jogged Alston. "I remember hearing of it."
"Search parties found scattered wreckage in the Tihar Forest. Landing was impossible, for some reason I don't understand, but low-flying helicopters examined the area thoroughly. There was no sign of life. It looked as if everyone on board was killed since even the wreckage was burned almost beyond recognition. Then recently some evidence has been found that suggests a few passengers may have survived, either lost in the wilds or prisoners of the natives. A native killed by a grull-cat hunter was wearing some jewelry we identified as my sister's. We believe that she's alive. Director Hailard says you know more about the Forest than any other living man. We want you to help find my sister."
Alston grunted. "Hailard knows better than that."
"He said you'd be difficult."
Alston shook his head impatiently. "I don't mean that. If he asks me to go, I haven't much choice. But the rescue party idea is insane. If there were survivors, they're dead now. It would take a large army to comb the Tihar, and even then, if the natives wanted to hide something, there are plenty of ratholes in the cities of the swamp area. You could never find anyone, except by accident. Aside from that, parts of the forest are deadly with radioactivity. You might not recognize your sister if you found her."
"But you will help us?" Kial Nasron pleaded.
Alston temporized. "I'll talk to Hailard." He brushed past the girl and reached the elevators.
A robot-attended elevator took him up. Director Hailard's office was on one of the upper floors.