"Good. And then?"

"And then I left. But they saw the paperweight." "So?"

"So, that's just it. They saw a paperweight. But when Kurt came to see me he said birthday gift. Spence, I never told them that. I called it what is was, a paperweight. I swear it."

Spence's eyes grew round with recognition. "You're right!

Good Lord, you're right! But how could they know?"

"They must have had it traced somehow," put in Adjani.

.Are you quite positive there was not another way they could have innocently received this information?"

"I'm positive I didn't tell them," she said a little crossly. "Well, this is interesting," said Spence darkly. "Very interesting," murmured Adjani.

For a moment they all sat ticking over the facts in their minds. No one spoke. Finally the silence grew unbearable. Ari said, "What happens now?"

Spence shook his head slowly. "I wish I knew."

… JUST DoN'T GET it," muttered Spence. "Oh, I'm not doubting your story. It just doesn't make any sense. Why would lick. ler and Millen be out to get me?" The initial shock had worn off and the three were once again lost in conversation, trying to untangle the deepening mystery.

"You have to admit their behavior certainly seems suspicious," said Ari.

"For a fact." Spence scratched his jaw absently. "But it seems beyond them somehow-I mean, Tickler's not the kind of man to plot sabotage. He's nothing but a fussy old grudger – a drone."

"What about the quadriplegic?" asked Adjani.

"I could believe anything of him, " said Spence. "He gave me goosebumps."

"What quadriplegic?"

"I'll tell you," said Spence, turning to Ari. "But first I'd like to know why Kurt came to see you again just now."

Ari lifted her shoulders. "Like before, there didn't seem to be any particular reason. At least, he made it seem as if it was not at all important. He just said he'd heard you were missing from the Mars expedition; he stopped by to pay his respects. That's all. And to see if I knew any more about it."

"It seems innocent enough."

"Of course they would want to give that illusion," offered Adjani. "What did you tell him?"

"I told him that I was very sorry and that I didn't really know any more about it either. The whole thing being so sudden and all, and the formal reports not being filed yet." She glanced at the two men worriedly. "Did I do right?"

"You did fine. Its hard to see what they could have learned from that." Spence reached and took her hand.

"Don't be too sure." Adjani raised a warning finger. "They may not have been after information at all, but were looking for an emotional reaction to confirm what they already knew or suspected."

"Blazes, Adjani! You seem to have quite a talent for this espionage stuff."

The Indian smiled broadly. "It is part of the oriental mind, sahib. But from now on we are all going to have to adopt this way of thinking. We must suspect everyone and trust no one. Do not accept anything at face value until you have probed below the surface. We must become very sly dogs if we want to catch these foxes. "

They fell to discussing various theories as to why anyone would want to meddle with Spence's work, or with Spence himself for that matter. But the talk proved pointless since no one really had anything more than bare speculation to go on. Spence explained to Ari about his chance encounter one day with a quadriplegic in a pneumochair at a lecture. He finished by saying, "What I'd like you to do is check the records of personnel and visitors for anyone answering that description."

"That's easy, Spence. I can tell you right now there isn't anyone like that on GM. I've been updating the personnel files for the furlough assignments for next year. Anyone with a special disability like that would have been in the primary group-that's the high-stress group who must be considered every quarter regardless. They can put in for furlough at any time and not wait for the rotation. There are a few partially disabled-but no one that severely handicapped."

"From what I saw of him he wasn't at all handicapped."

"What about visitors?" asked Adjani.

"Possibly, but I don't think so. Any visitors like that would have to be cleared. Sometimes, you know, their devices interfere with certain radio frequencies and such. You two would know more about that than I do, but I know they have to get advance clearance from the director's office. No one like that has come through since I've been here. I usually handle Daddy's correspondence myself-things of that nature, anyway."

"Well, could you check it out again just to be sure? We need to be Positive."

"All right. No problem." Ari smiled cryptically.

What?"

"I'm sorry. I just couldn't help thinking that this really is a mystery, isn't it? An adventure."

"Not to me it isn't." Her glib tone offended Spence.

"Oh, I didn't mean anything by it, Spence. You know that It's just that I've never been involved in anything so exciting." I hope the excitement doesn't prove fatal," said Adjani. Ari's eyes grew round. "Do you think there's a chance of that? Is it that serious?"

Spence nodded solemnly. "Until we figure out what's going on we'll all be in danger. We still don't have! the, slightest idea what this is all about. Not real IN:.

"You're right. I'm sorry."

Adjani, sitting back casually, swiveled toward Ari and abruptly asked, "Ari, was your mother ever in Sikkim?" "M-my mother?" she managed to stammer out.

Spence was about to protest this ill-advised and rough handling of an obviously delicate subject, but Adjani held up a hand and kept him silent. "Sikkim is in India. A small province in the north, high in the foothills of the Himalayas."

Ari bent her head as if examining her fine long nails. "I know where it is."

"Oh? Not many people do."

"Yes, my mother has been there. You might say she grew up there. "

"Tell us about it, please."

"Is this-" Spence started. Adjani cut him off with a sharp look.

"How did you know?"

"You mentioned the Dream Thief to Spence. He told me you said it came from your mother. And since it is a fairly obscure local legend, I assumed she must have been there at some time or known someone who had."

"My grandfather was a professor of hermeneutics at Rangpo Seminary. They lived there for twelve years and left when he became dean of West Coast Seminary. She was sixteen when they came back to the States."

"Do you know anything more about it?"

"Not really. She never really talked much about it-it's just something she said." Ari's voice had become almost a whisper, her tone strained.

Spence wondered at the transformation in her; it had happened so swiftly. Only a moment ago she had been her lighthearted, enchanting self. Now she appeared pale and shaken under Adjani's questioning.

Adjani, eyes intent, watching her every move, asked gently, -When did your mother pass away, Ari?"

The girl was silent for a long time. Finally she raised her head slowly and looked at the two men cautiously as if trying to decide her blue eyes that told him she was fighting a bitter battle somewhere inside her.

"She-" Ari started and then stopped. Her head fell once more. Whichever side had won the battle, it appeared to Spence that Ari had lost. "My mother isn't dead."

"What?" Spence could not help it; the admission took him by surprise. "You told me she was."

"I said she was no longer with us-and she isn't. I wanted you to think she was dead, I admit it. That's what I always say."

"But why? I don't understand."

She buried her face in her hands. "I'm so embarrassed."

Spence was mystified. He could never have believed this bright, angelic creature capable of such duplicity.