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"To put it simply, your mission is this: supply me data in the next 40 years that would guarantee that a
spaceship of our fleet using it would never find its way back to Earth. However, the data must appear
utterly genuine and stand up to the most suspicious examination without evidencing any hint of deliberate
foul play."

With that the chief logician had been dismissed.

And now they had done it: in 36 hours, on the 4th run-through. 3 times before the positronicon had
stopped during the middle of computations. The data it had been fed was not sufficient to reach any
conclusions but Nourag and his colleagues were able to determine readily enough what information was
lacking and supply it.

Nourag, a small, slender man, was radiant with joy now. The long plastic tape with its encoded symbols
was like an open book in his mother language to him.

"Miltau," he said to his closest co-worker, "call Marshall Mercant and tell him our job is finished—and
so is our strength, for that matter."

But the Solar Defence Marshall could not be reached.

"Alright," said Nourag, "then I’ll wait for him. Thank you, gentlemen. You can go now."

Nourag had been alone for only a few minutes when he had a visit from Esting, the navigational
mathematician.

Esting fell tiredly into a seat. "That Solar Defence bunch," he moaned. "One of these days they’re going
to kill us all. I had to calculate spring coördinates… Good Lord! I’d hate to be flying in the spaceship
going into transition withmy data! What in heaven’s name is all this nonsense for, anyway?"

But it was not nonsense at all.

In all details, it was a very carefully thought-out plan.

For 2 hours Perry Rhodan, Reginald Bell, Marshall Mercant and Maj. Clyde Ostal of the Solar Security
Service had been sitting at the final conference.

Allan D. Mercant handed new reports to Perry Rhodan, Administrator of the Solar Imperium. Rhodan
skimmed over them and nodded. "The picture is becoming more complete," he said, "but we’ve waited
long enough. The reports from our agents are growing steadily sparser and less detailed. Our experience
with the Robot Regent indicates that that means Arkon is attempting to double-cross us again." He laid
his hand on the reports that Mercant had given him. "Here we see how strong the probability is that
Arkon has begun development of its new compensator-detector. Mercant, not even you know how
dangerous our situation has become in the last 3 days!"

The Defence Marshall looked at Rhodan in astonishment. Rhodan reached behind himself and produced
a slip of paper on which a diagram had been drawn. He laid it out on the table.
Bell, Mercant and Maj. Ostal bent over the diagram in curiosity.

The diagram came from the space freighterOrinoco and was 3 days old.