“Did you read it?” the blond man asked.
“I read it.”
“If it got down here, that means they can’t handle it anywhere else.”
“Of course they can’t. What the hell could normal slobs like them or like us do about it?”
“Nothing, I guess. But wait a minute! You don’t mean you’re going to send Mayhem, without asking him, without telling—”
“We can’t ask him now, can we?”
“Johnny Mayhem’s elan is at the moment speeding from Canopus to Deneb, where on the fourth planet of the Denebian system a dead body is waiting for him in cold storage. The turnover from League to Federation status of the Denebian system is causing trouble in Deneb City, so Mayhem—”
“Deneb City will probably survive without Mayhem. Well, won’t it?”
“I guess so, but—”
“I know. The deal is we’re supposed to tell Mayhem where he’s going and what he can expect. The deal also is, every inhabited world has a body waiting for his elan in cold storage. But don’t you think if we could talk to Mayhem now—”