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　Nothing　else　happened。　The　boy　played；　Iron　John　watched　him　in　silence。　Yet　there　was　an　electric　tension　in　the　air　that　made　it　hard　to　breathe。　I　knew　that　something　vitally　important　was　about　to　happen；　and　when　the　boy　reached　again　into　the　toy　box　I　found　myself　leaning　forward。
　When　he　took　the　small　golden　ball　from　the　box　I　realized　that　I　had　been　holding　my　breath；　I　let　it　out　with　a　gasp。　Nor　was　I　the　only　one　for　around　me　in　the　darkness　there　were　echoes　of　my　gasp。
　The　ball　bounced　and　rolled　and　the　boy　laughed　with　pleasure。
　Then　he　threw　it　once；　harder　than　intended；　and　it　rolled　and　rolled。　Through　the　bars　of　the　iron　cage　to　stop　at　Iron　John's　feet。
　〃My　ball；〃　the　boy　said。　〃Give　it　back。〃
　〃No；〃　Iron　John　said。　〃You　must　unlock　this　cage　and　let　me　out。　Then　you　will　have　your　golden　ball　back。〃
　〃Locked；〃　the　boy　said。
　Iron　John　nodded。　〃Of　course。　But　you　know　how　to　find　the　key。〃
　The　boy　was　shaking　his　head　no　as　he　backed　away。
　〃Where　is　the　key？〃　the　man　in　the　cage　asked；　but　the　boy　was　gone。　〃Where　is　the　key？　But　you　are　only　a　boy。　Perhaps　you　are　too　young　to　know　where　the　key　is。　You　must　be　older　to　find　the　key。〃
　There　were　murmurs　of　agreement　from　the　invisible　audience。　It　was　very　important　to　find　the　key；　I　knew　that。　The　key　。　。　。
　It　was　then　that　I　became　aware　that　Iron　John　was　looking　at　me。　He　was　there　in　the　cage；　it　wasn't　a　holoflic。　He　looked　at　me　and　nodded。
　〃Jim；　I'll　bet　you　know　where　the　key　is。　You　are　no　longer　a　boy。　You　can　find　it…now。〃
　His　voice　was　a　goad。　I　was　on　my　feet；　walking　forward　to　the　box　of　toys。　My　foot　touched　a　block　and　it　rattled　aside。
　〃The　key　is　in　the　toy　box；〃　I　said；　but　I　didn't　believe　the　words　even　as　I　spoke　them。　I　looked　at　Iron　John　who　shook　his　head　no。
　〃Not　in　the　box。〃
　I　looked　down　again　and　realized　that　I　did　know　where　the　key　was。　I　raised　my　eyes　to　Iron　John　and　he　nodded　solemnly。　〃See　you　do　know　where　the　key　to　the　cage　is。　You　can　let　me　out　now；　Jim。　Because　you　know　the　key　is　there。　Inside　。　。　。〃
　〃Teddy；〃　I　said。
　〃Teddy。　Not　a　real　bear。　Teddies　are　for　children　and　you　are　no　longer　a　child。　Inside　teddy。〃
　I　reached　out；　blinked　away　the　tears　that　were　blurring　my　vision；　seized　up　the　toy；　felt　the　soft　fabric　between　my　fingers。　Heard　a　loud　voice　that　slashed　the　silence。
　〃Not　quite　right；　Jim；　not　right。　The　key　is　not　there…it　has　to　be　under　your　mother's　pillow！〃
　Steengo　had　e　forward　to　join　me；　had　to　shout　the　last　words　to　be　heard　over　the　roar　of　voices。
　〃Mother　doesn't　want　her　son　to　leave　her。　She　hides　the　key　to　the　Iron　man's　cage　under　her　pillow。　The　son　must　steal　the　key　。　。　。〃
　The　shouting　voices　drowned　him　out。　Then　it　went　dark　in　an　instant　and　someone　ran　into　me　knocking　me　down。　I　tried　to　stand；　to　call　out；　but　a　hard　foot　walked　on　my　hand。　I　shouted　aloud　at　the　sudden　pain　but　my　voice　went　unheard　in　the　clamor。　Someone　else　jarred　into　me　and　the　darkness　became　even　more　intense。
　〃Jim…are　you　all　right？　Can　you　hear　me？〃
　Floyd's　face　was　just　above　mine；　looking　worried。　Was　I　all　right？　I　didn't　know。　I　was　in　bed；　must　have　been　asleep。　Why　was　he　waking　me？
　Then　I　remembered　and　sat　upright；　grabbed　his　arms。
　〃The　Veritorium！　It　got　dark；　something　happened。　I　can't　remember…〃　'
　〃I'm　not　much　help　because　I　can't　either。　It　seemed　like　a　good　show。　Hard　to　follow　the　plot　but　you　were　in　it；　do　you　remember　that？〃　I　nodded。　〃Seemed　to　be　enjoying　yourself；　although　you　didn't　look　happy　about　tearing　the　stuffing　out　of　the　teddy　bear。　That's　when　Steengo　joined　you　onstage　and　all　the　fun　started。　Or　stopped。　It　all　gets　vague　about　that　time。〃
　〃Where's　Steengo？〃
　〃You　tell　me。　I　saw　him　last　on　the　stage。　I　was　sleeping　myself；　just　woke　up。　Looked　around；　no　Steengo。　Found　you　here　snoring　away　and　I　gave　you　a　shake。〃
　〃If　he's　not　here　。　。　。〃
　A　muted　knock　sounded　at　the　door；　and　a　moment　later　it　opened　and　Veldi　looked　in。
　〃Gentlemen；　a　happy　good　morning　to　you　both。　I　thought　I　heard　your　voices　and　hoped　you　would　be　awake。　I　bring　you　a　message　from　your　friend　。　。　。〃
　〃Steengo　…　you've　seen　him？〃
　〃Indeed　I　did。　We　had　a　friendly　chat　before　you　awoke。　Then；　before　he　left；　he　made　this　recording。　Told　me　to　give　it　to　you。　Told　me　you　would　understand。〃
　He　placed　a　small　recorder　on　the　table；　stepped　back。　〃The　green　button　is　to　play；　red　to　stop。〃　Then　he　was　gone。
　〃A　message？〃　Floyd　asked；　picking　the　thing　up　and　staring　at　it。
　Press　the　button　instead　of　fiddling　with　the　damn　thing！〃
　He　looked　startled　at　my　tone；　put　it　back　on　the　table　and　turned　it　on。
　〃Good　morning　there；　Jim　and　Floyd。　You　guys　are　sure　sound　sleepers　and　I　didn't　want　to　wake　you　before　I　went　out。　You　know；　I'm　beginning　to　think　that　this　city　is　not　for　me。　I　need　some　space　to　get　my　thoughts　together。　I'm　going　to　take　a　walk　back　down　the　wall；　get　some　air　to　breathe；　some　space　to　think　in。　You　hang　in　there　and　I'll　be　in　touch。〃
　〃That　old　Steengo；〃　Floyd　said。　〃What　a　character。　That's　him　all　right。　His　voice；　sure　enough；　and　his　way　of　thinking。　Some　guy！〃
　I　looked　up；　looked　him　in　the　eye。　His　face　was　as　grim　as　mine。　He　shook　his　head　in　a　silent　no。　I　did　the　same。
　Steengo　had　not　left　that　message。　It　was　his　voice　all　right。　Easy　enough　for　the　electronic　technicians　to　fake　that。
　Steengo　was　gone。
　What　had　happened？
　
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　I　really　slept；〃　I　said。　〃Like　a　rock。　Thirsty。〃
　〃The　same。　I'll　get　some　juice　and　a　couple　of　glasses。〃
　〃Great　idea。〃
　I　had　scribbled　the　note　by　the　time　he　came　back；　slipped　it　to　him　when　I　took　the　glass。　He　opened　it　behind　the　pitcher；　read　it。
　Place　bugged。　What　do　we　do？
　He　nodded　as　he　passed　me　my　glass　of　juice。
　〃Thanks；〃　I　said；　watching　him　turn　over　the　note　and　write　on　the　back。　I　don't　know　if　there　were　optical　bugs　as　well　as　the　audio　ones。　Until　we　found　out　we　had　to　act　as　though　there　were。　I　kept　the　note　in　my　palm　when　I　read　it。
　Steengo　much　concerned。　Left　these　for　you　before　we　went　to　the　show。
　I　finished　the　juice；　put　my　glass　down；　lifted　my　eyebrows　quizzically。　He　pointed　quickly　at　his　closed　fist。　When　he　stood　and　passed　me　he　dropped　something　small　into　my　lap。　I　waited　a　minute　before　I　poured　more　juice；　drank　it；　sat　back　with　my　hand　in　my　lap。　Two　small；　soft　objects。　Familiar。　I　rubbed　my　nose　and　glanced　at　them。
　Filter　nose　plugs。　For　neutralizing　gas。　Steengo　had　known　something…or　guessed　something。　He　also　knew　how　affected　I　had　been　by　the　sessions　in　the　Veritorium。　He　had　suspected　that　something　physical；　not　just　the　training　session　itself；　had　gotten　to　me。
　Of　course！　Obvious　by　hindsight。　I　knew　of　a　dozen　hypnotic　gases　that　lowered　the　ability　to　think　clearly；　that　left　the　brain　open　to　outside　influences。　So　it　hadn't　been　emotion　but　plain　old　chemistry　that　had　carried　me　away。　Steengo　had　suspected　this…but　why　hadn't　he　told　me？　Depressingly；　I　realized　that　the　state　of　mind　I　had　been　in；　probably　caused　by　drugs　in　the　earlier　session；　rendered　that　impossible。　He　knew　he　couldn't　tell　me。　But　had　been　suspicious　enough　to　wear　the　plugs　himself。
　And　when　he　saw　me　getting　deeply　involved　in　the　ritual　he　had　interrupted　before　it　was　too　late；　had　brought　the　whole　thing　to　a　screeching　halt。　I　felt　my　teeth　grating　together　and　forced　myself　to　stop。
　He　had　talked　about　mother　and　the　key　under　her　pillow　to　these　people　who　denied　that　women　even　existed！
　With　the　realization　of　the　enormity　of　his　crime　in　the　eyes　of　the　Paradisians　I　felt　a　sudden　overwhelming　fear　for　his　safety。　Would　they　kill　him…or　worse…had　they　killed　him　already？　They　were　certainly　capable　of　anything；　I　was　sure　now　of　that。
　What　next？　munication　with　our　backup　team　in　the　spacer　above　was　very　much　in　order。　I　had　to　get　into　the　open；　away　from　the　bugs；　and　contact　Tremearne。　Bring　him　up　to　date。　Something　had　happened　to　Steengo。　And　the　rest　of　us　surely　were　in　danger　as　well…and　Madonette；　this　might　affect　her。　This　entire　affair　was　getting　a　nasty　and　dangerous　edge　to　it。
　And　thinking　about　dangerous；　there　was　the　other　dangerous　always　hanging　over　my　head。　My　puter　flashed　me　the　highly　unwele　message　of　a　flickering　red　nine。　I　had　been　asleep　longer　than　I　had　realized。
　Artifact　or　no　I　was　just　nine　days　away　from　my　personal　destiny。　When　I　had　first　heard　the　thirty…day　deadline　on　the　poison　I　had　not　been　too　concerned。　Thirty　days　is　a　lot　of　time。　I　thought。
　Nine　days　was　definitely　not　a　lot　of　time　at　all。　And　with　Steengo　suddenly　vanished　I　had　more　problems；　not　less。
　〃Going　for　a　run；〃　I　called　out　to　Floyd；　leaping　to　my　feet　in　a　spasm　of　fear…sponsored　energy。　〃Feel　logy　after　all　that　sleep。　Got　to　clear　my　head。〃
　I　slammed　out　the　door　and　down　the　road　even　as　he　was　answering。　Taking　a　different　route　from　my　usual　one…then　changed　direction　at　random。　Up　ahead　was　a　field　of　polpettone　trees；　laid　out　in　neat　rows　and　bulging　with　fruit。　I　jogged　into　a　path　beside　the　trees；　looking　around　as　I　ran。　No　one　in　sight。　There　was　little　chance　the　Paradisers　would　put　bugs　in　among　the　trees。
　But　they　could　have。　I　turned　into　a　freshly　plowed　field　and　ran　between　the　furrows。　I　should　be　safe　enough　here。　I　clamped　my　jaw　twice。
　〃Hello；　Tremearne；　are　you　there？〃
　〃Very　much　so；　Jim。　We　have　all　been　awaiting　your　report。　Can　you　tell　us　what　is　happening…the　recorder　is　running。〃
　I　jogged　in　position　for　a　bit；　then　bent　to　tie　my　shoe　then　gave　up　and　just　sat　on　the　ground　while　I　finished　the　detailed　report。　I　was　tired；　the　chemicals　still　kicking　around　in　my　system　had　not　been　kind　to　me。
　〃That's　it；〃　I　finished。　〃Steengo　is　gone。　Might　be　dead　。　。　。〃
　〃No。　I　can　reassure　you　on　that　score。　A　few　hours　ago　we　had　a　radio　message　from　him；　just　a　few　words；　theca　contact　was　lost　again。　He　must　be　somewhere　deep　in　the　city；　behind　walls　the　radio　signals　can't　penetrate。　He　might　have　been　moved　from　one　site　to　another；　was　in　the　open　long　enough　for　a　brief　transmission。〃
　〃What　did　he　say？〃
　The　recording　was　bri