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〃What kind of stupidity do you call that？ It sounds like a line out of a TV thriller。 You've never met another crook in your whole life and you know it！ And if you did you would cheerfully turn him in if you could make a profit on the deal。 The entire essence of your life is individualism…that and the excitement of doing what others can't do。 Well that's over now； and you better start admitting it to yourself。 You can no longer be the interplanet playboy you used to be…but you can do a job that will require every bit of your special talents and abilities。 Have you ever killed a man？〃
His change of pace caught me off guard； I stumbled out an answer。
〃No 。 。 。 not that I know of。〃
〃Well you haven't； if that will make you sleep any better at night。 You're not a homicidal； I checked that on your record before I came out after you。 That is why I know you will join the Corps and get a great deal of pleasure out of going after the other kind of criminal who is sick； not just socially protesting。 The man who can kill and enjoy it。〃
He was too convincing； he had all the answers。 I had only one more argument and I threw it in with the air of a last ditch defense。
〃What about the Corps； if they ever find out you are hiring half…reformed criminals to do your dirty work we will both be shot at dawn。〃
This time it was his turn to laugh。 I could see nothing funny so I ignored him until he was finished。
〃In the first place my boy； I am the Corps…at least the man at the top…and what do you think my name is？ Harold Peters Inskipp； that's what it is！〃
〃Not the Inskipp that…〃
〃The same。 Inskipp the Uncatchable。 The man who looted the Pharsydion II in mid…flight and pulled all those other deals I'm sure you read about in your misspent youth。 I was recruited just the way you were。〃 He had me on the ropes and knew it。 He moved in for the kill。
〃And who do you think the rest of our agents are？ I don't mean the bright…eyed grads of our technical schools； like the ones on my squad downstairs。 I mean the full agents。 The men who plan the operations； do the preliminary fieldwork and see that everything es off smoothly。 They're crooks。 All crooks。 The better they were on their own； the better a job they do for the Corps。 It's a great； big； brawling universe and you would be surprised at some of the problems that e up。 The only men we can recruit to do the job are the ones who have already succeeded at it。
〃Are you on？〃
It had happened too fast and I hadn't had time to think。 I would probably go on arguing for an hour。 But way down in the back of my mind the decision had been made。 I was going to do it； I couldn't say no。
I was losing something； and I hoped I wouldn't miss it。 No matter what freedom I had working with an organization； I would still be working with other people。 The old carefree； sole responsibility days were over。 I was joining the ranks of society again。
There was the beginning of a warm feeling at the thought。 It would at least be the end of loneliness。 Friendship would make up for what I had lost。
Chapter 4
I have never been more wrong。
The people I met were dull to the point of extinction。 They treated me like just another cog going around with the rest of the wheels。 I was coggy all right； and kept wondering how I had ever gotten into this mess。 Not really wondering； since the memory was still quite vivid。 I was carried along with the rest of the gears； their teeth sunk into mine。
We ended up on a planetoid； that much was obvious。 But I hadn't the dimmest idea of what planets we were near or even what solar system we were in。 Everything was highly secret and hush…hush； as this place was obviously the super…secret headquarters and main base of the Corps School too。
This part I liked。 It was the only thing that kept me from cracking out。 Dull as the cubes were who taught the courses； the material was something I could really sink my teeth into and shake。 I began to see how crude my operations had been。 With the gadgetry and techniques I soaked up I could be ten times the crook I had been before。 Pushing the thought firmly away helped for a while； but it had a way of sneaking back and whispering nastily in my ear during periods of depression and gloom。
Things went from dull to dead。 Half my time was spent working at the files； learning about the numberless successes and few failures of the Corps。 I contemplated cracking out； yet at the same time couldn't help but wonder if this wasn't part of a testing period…to see if I had enough sticktoitiveness to last。 I swallowed my temper； muffled my yawns； and took a careful look around。 If I couldn't crack out…I could crack in。 There had to be something I could do to terminate this term of penal servitude。
It wasn't easy…but I found it。 By the time I tracked everything down it was well into sleep period。 But that was all right。 In some ways it even made it more interesting。
When it es to picking locks and cracking safes I admit to no master。 The door to Inskipp's private quarters had an old…fashioned tumbler drum that was easier to pick than my teeth。 I must have gone through that door without breaking step。 Quiet as I was though； Inskipp still heard me。 The light came on and there he was sitting up in bed pointing a 。75 caliber recoilless at my sternum。
〃You should have more brains than that； diGriz；〃 he snarled。 〃Creeping into my room at night！ You could have been shot。〃
〃No I couldn't；〃 I told him； as he stowed the cannon back under his pillow。 〃A man with a curiosity bump as big as yours will always talk first and shoot later。 And besides…none of this pussyfooting around in the dark would be necessary if your screen was open and I could have got a call through。〃
Inskipp yawned and poured himself a glass of water from the dispenser unit above the bed。 〃Just because I head the Special Corps； doesn't mean that I am the Special Corps；〃 he said moistly while he drained the glass。 ' I have to sleep sometime。 My screen is open only for emergency calls； not for every agent who needs his hand held。〃
〃Meaning I am in the hand…holding category？〃 I asked with as much sweetness as I could。
〃Put yourself in any category you damn well please；〃 he grumbled as he slumped down in the bed。 〃And also put yourself out into the hall and see me tomorrow during working hours。〃
He was at my mercy； really。 He wanted sleep so much。 And he was going to be wide…awake so very soon。
〃Do you know what this is？〃 I asked him； poking a large glossy pie under his long broken nose。 One eye opened slowly。
〃Big warship of some kind； looks like Empire lines。 Now for the last time…go away！〃 he said。
〃A very good guess for this late at night；〃 I told him cheerily。 〃It is a late Empire battleship of the Warlord class。 Undoubtedly one of the most truly efficient engines of destruction ever manufactured。 Over a half mile of defensive screens and armament that could probably turn any fleet existent today into fine radioactive ash…〃
〃Except for the fact that the last one was broken up for scrap over a thousand years ago；〃 he mumbled。
I le