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For a moment, Baley was staggered. It was the answer he had already decided
was the truth, but he had not expected it to be the answer R. Daneel would
give. He felt a little more of his certainty oozing away, yet he held firmly
on his track. The Commissioner was watching, his lensed eyes flicking from one
to the other as they spoke. Baley couldn t back down now, no matter what
sophistries they used against him.
He had to hold to his point.
He said, On reaching my section, he insisted on entering Personal with me.
His excuse was a poor one.
During the night, he left to visit Personal again as he has just admitted. If
he were a man, I d say he had every reason and right to do so. Obviously. As a
robot, however, the trip was meaningless. The conclusion can only be that he
is a man.
Fastolfe nodded. He seemed not in the least put out. He said, This is most
interesting. Suppose we ask
Daneel why he made his trip to Personal last night.
Commissioner Enderby leaned forward. Please, Dr. Fastolfe, he muttered, it
is not proper to--
You need not be concerned, Commissioner, said Fastolfe, his thin lips
curving back in something that looked like a smile but wasn t, I am certain
that Daneel s answer will not offend your sensibilities or those of Mr. Baley.
Won t you tell us, Daneel?
R. Daneel said, Elijah s wife, Jessie, left the apartment last night on
friendly terms with me. It was quite obvious that she had no reason for
thinking me to be other than human. She returned to the apartment knowing I
was a robot. The obvious conclusion is that the information to that effect
exists outside the apartment. It followed that my conversation with Elijah
last night had been overheard. In no other way could the secret of my true
nature have become common knowledge.
Elijah told me that the apartments were well insulated. We spoke together in
low voices. Ordinary eavesdropping would not do. Still, it was known that
Elijah is a policeman. If a conspiracy exists within the City sufficiently
well organized to have planned the murder of Dr. Sarton, they may well have
been aware that Elijah had been placed in charge of the murder investigation.
It would fall within the realm of possibility then, even of probability, that
his apartment had been spybeamed.
I searched the apartment as well as I could after Elijah and Jessie had gone
to bed, but could find no transmitter. This complicated matters. A focused
duo-beam could do the trick even in the absence of a transmitter, but that
requires rather elaborate equipment.
Analysis of the situation led to the following conclusion. The one place
where a City dweller can do almost anything without being disturbed or
questioned is in the Personals. He could even set up a duo-beam. The custom of
absolute privacy in the Personals is very strong and other men would not even
look at him. The Section Personal is quite close to Elijah s apartment, so
that the distance factor is not important. A suitcase model could be used. I
went to the Personal to investigate.
And what did you find? asked Baley quickly.
Nothing, Elijah. No sign of a duo-beam.
Dr. Fastolfe said, Well, Mr. Baley, does this sound reasonable to you?
But Baley s uncertainty was gone, now. He said, Reasonable as far as it goes,
perhaps, but it stops short of perfection by a hell of a way. What he doesn t
know is that my wife told me where she got the
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information and when. She learned he was a robot shortly after she left the
house. Even then, the rumor had been circulating for hours. So the fact that
he was a robot could not have leaked out through spying on our last evening s
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Nevertheless, said Dr. Fastolfe, his action last night of going to the
Personal stands explained, I
think.
But something is brought up that is not explained, retorted Baley, heatedly.
When, where, and how was the leak? How did the news get about that there was
a Spacer robot in the City? As far as I know, only two of us knew about the
deal, Commissioner Enderby and myself, and we told no one.
--Commissioner, did anyone else in the Department know?
No, said Enderby, anxiously. Not even the Mayor. Only we, and Dr.
Fastolfe.
And he, added Baley, pointing.
I? asked R. Daneel.
Why not?
I was with you at all times, Elijah.
You were not, cried Baley, fiercely. I was in Personal for half an hour or
more before we went to my apartment. During that time, we two were completely
out of contact with one another. It was then that you got in touch with your
group in the City.
What group? asked Fastolfe.
And What group? echoed Commissioner Enderby almost simultaneously.
Baley rose from his chair and turned to the trimensic receiver. Commissioner,
I want you to listen closely to this. Tell me if it doesn t all fall into a
pattern. A murder is reported and by a curious coincidence it happens just as
you are entering Spacetown to keep an appointment with the murdered man. You
are shown the corpse of something supposed to be human, but the corpse has
since been disposed of and is not available for close examination.
The Spacers insist an Earthman did the killing, even though the only way they
can make such an accusation stick is to suppose that a City man had left the
City and cut cross country to Spacetown alone and at night. You know damn well
how unlikely that is.
Next they send a supposed robot into the City; in fact, they insist on
sending him. The first thing the robot does is to threaten a crowd of human
beings with a blaster. The second is to set in motion the rumor that there is
a Spacer robot in the City. In fact, the rumor is so specific that Jessie told
me it was known that he was working with the police. That means that before
long it will be known that it was the robot who handled the blaster. Maybe
even now the rumor is spreading across the yeast-vat country and down the Long
Island hydroponic plants that there s a killer robot on the loose.
This is impossible. Impossible! groaned Enderby.
No, it isn t. It s exactly what s happening, Commissioner. Don t you see it?
There s a conspiracy in the
City, all right, but it s run from Spacetown. The Spacers want to be able to
report a murder. They want
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