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Waiting
was
something
he
did
without
effort
,
so
he
sat
back
,
satisfied
that
all
was
well
between
himself
and
his
brother
,
and
enjoyed
the
scenery
.
It
was
the
first
time
he
had
seen
this
place
from
the
air
and
on
every
side
there
was
a
richness
of
new
things
to
try
to
grok
.
It
occurred
to
him
that
the
apportation
used
at
home
did
not
permit
this
delightful
viewing
of
what
lay
between
.
This
thought
almost
led
him
to
a
comparison
of
Martian
and
human
methods
not
favorable
to
the
Old
Ones
,
but
his
mind
automatically
shied
away
from
heresy
.
Jill
kept
quiet
,
too
,
and
tried
to
get
her
thoughts
straight
.
Suddenly
she
realized
that
the
cab
was
heading
down
the
final
traffic
leg
toward
the
apartment
house
where
she
lived
-
and
she
realized
just
as
quickly
that
home
was
the
last
place
for
her
to
go
,
it
being
the
first
place
they
would
look
once
they
figured
out
how
Smith
had
escaped
and
who
had
helped
him
.
She
did
not
kid
herself
that
she
had
covered
her
tracks
.
While
she
knew
nothing
of
police
methods
,
she
supposed
that
she
must
have
left
fingerprints
in
Smith
’
s
room
,
not
to
mention
the
people
who
had
seen
them
walk
out
.
It
was
even
possible
(
so
she
had
heard
)
for
a
technician
to
read
the
tape
in
this
cab
’
s
pilot
and
tell
exactly
what
trips
it
had
made
that
day
and
where
and
when
.
She
reached
forward
,
slapped
the
order
keys
,
and
cleared
the
instruction
to
go
to
her
apartment
house
.
She
did
not
know
whether
that
would
wipe
the
tape
or
not
-
but
she
was
not
going
to
head
for
a
place
where
the
police
might
already
be
waiting
.
The
cab
checked
its
forward
motion
,
rose
out
of
the
traffic
lane
and
hovered
.
Where
could
she
go
?
Where
in
all
this
swarming
city
could
she
hide
a
grown
man
who
was
half
idiot
and
could
not
even
dress
himself
?
A
man
who
was
the
most
sought
-
after
person
on
the
globe
?
Oh
,
if
Ben
were
only
here
!
Ben
-
where
are
you
?
She
reached
forward
again
,
picked
up
the
phone
and
rather
hopelessly
punched
Ben
’
s
number
,
expecting
to
hear
the
detached
voice
of
an
automation
inviting
her
to
record
a
message
.
Her
spirits
jumped
when
a
man
’
s
voice
answered
-
then
slumped
again
when
she
realized
that
it
was
not
Ben
but
his
majordomo
,
Osbert
Kilgallen
.
"
Oh
.
Sorry
,
Mr
.
Kilgallen
.
This
is
Jill
Boardman
.
I
thought
I
had
called
Mr
.
Caxton
’
s
home
.
"
"
You
did
.
But
I
always
have
his
home
calls
relayed
to
the
office
when
he
is
away
more
than
twenty
-
four
hours
.
"
"
Then
he
is
still
away
?
"
"
I
’
m
afraid
so
.
Is
there
anything
I
can
do
for
you
?
"
"
Uh
,
no
.
Look
,
Mr
.
Kilgallen
,
isn
’
t
it
strange
that
Ben
should
just
drop
out
of
sight
?
Aren
’
t
you
worried
about
him
?
"
"
Eh
?
Why
should
I
be
?
His
message
said
that
he
did
not
know
how
long
he
would
be
away
.
"
