Lanarck silently took her arm; they stepped out on the glaring wind-whipped plain. There stood the two spaceboats just as before. Lanarck guided Isabel to his craft, opened the port and motioned her inside. "I'm going back for one moment." .
Lanarck locked the power-arm. "Just to guard against any new surprises."
Isabel said nothing.
Walking around to the spaceboat in which Isabel May had arrived, Lanarck similarly locked the mechanism. Then he crossed to the white concrete structure.
Isabel listened, but the moaning of the wind drowned all other sounds. The chatter of a needle-beam? She could not be sure.
Lanarck emerged from the building. He climbed into boat and slammed the port. They sat in silence as the thrust tubes warmed, nor did they speak as he threw over the power-arm and the boat slanted off into the sky.
Not until they were far off in space did either of themspeak. Lanarck looked toward Isabel. "How did you know Laoome?"
"Through my father. Twenty years ago he did Laoome some trifling favor-killed a lizard which had been annoyi Laoome, or something of the sort."
"And that's why Laoome shielded you from me by creating the dream Isabel?"
"Yes. He told me you were coming down looking for me. He arranged that you should meet a purported Isabel May that I might assess you without your knowledge."
"Why don't you look more like the photograph?"
"I was furious; I'd been crying; I was practically gnashing my teeth. I certainly hope I don't look like that"
"How about your hair?"
"It's bleached."
"Did the other Isabel know your identity?"
"I don't think so. No, I know she didn't. Laoome equip her with my brain and all its memories. She actually was I."
Lanarck nodded. Here was the source of the inklings recognition. He said thoughtfully: "She was very perceptive. She said that you and I were, well, attracted to each other. I Wonder if she was right"
"I wonder."
'There will be time to consider the subject... . One last point: the documents, with the over-ride."
Isabel laughed cheerfully. "There aren't any documents."
"No documents?"
"None. Do you care to search me?"
"Where are the documents?"
"Document, in the singular. A slip of paper. I tore it up."
"What was on the paper?"
"The over-ride. I'm the only person alive who knows it. Don't you think I should keep the secret to myself?"
Lanarck reflected a moment. "I'd like to know. That kind of knowledge is always useful."
"Where is the hundred million dollars you promised me?"
"It's back on Earth. When we get there you can use the over-ride."
Isabel laughed. "You're a most practical man. What happened to Laoome?"
"Laoome is dead."
"How?"
"I destroyed him. I thought of what we just went through, his dream-creatures-were they real? They seemed real to me and to themselves. Is a person responsible for what happens during a nightmare? I don't know. I obeyed my instincts, or conscience, whatever it's called, and killed him."
Isabel May took his hand. "My instincts tell me that I can trust you. The over-ride is a couplet:
"Tom, Tom, the piper's son Stole a pig and away he run."
Lanarck reported to Cardale. "I am happy to inform you that the affair is satisfactorily concluded." Cardale regarded him skeptically. "What do you mean by that?"
"The over-ride is safe." "Indeed? Safe where?"
"I thought it best to consult with you before carrying the over-ride on my person."
"That is perhaps over-discreet. What of Isabel May? Is she in custody?"
"In order to get the over-ride I had to make broad but reasonable concessions, including a full pardon, retraction of all charges against her, and official apologies as well as retributive payments for false arrest and general damages. She wants an official document, certifying these concessions. If you will prepare the document, I will transmit it, and the affair will be terminated."
Cardale said in a cool voice: "Who authorized you to make such far-reaching concessions?"
Lanarck spoke indifferently. "Do you want the over-ride?"
"Of course."
"Then do as I suggest."
"You're even more arrogant than Detering led me to expect."
"The results speak for themselves, sir."
"How do I know that she won't use the over-ride?"
"You can now call it up and change it, so I'm given to understand."
"How do I know that she hasn't used it already, to the hilt?"