"Mack Reynolds - Dawnman Planet" - читать интересную книгу автора (Reynolds Mack)

there. I'm not stupid. There isn't supposed to be other intelligent life in the
galaxy. Our viewers have a right to know what's going on here in the
Commissariat of Interplanetary Affairs. United Planets is a democraticтАж"

Sid Jakes interrupted, still grinning "You'd be surprised, my stute
friend. Now, once again, who sent you?"

"My editor, of course. I demandтАж"

Sid Jakes made a gesture with his head at one of the Section G
operatives. "Terry, take her over to Interrogation. Use ScopтАж"

The news-hen bleated protest, which was completely ignored.

"тАж to find out the names of every person who might remotely know
about this romp of hers. The editor, possibly her husband, if she has one,
the editor's wife, secretaries, fellow reporters, absolutely everybody. Then
send out men to round up every one of these. In turn, put them on Scop
and get the names of everyone they might have mentioned this to."

"How far do we follow it, Sid?" the agent, named Terry asked.

Sid Jakes laughed wryly, as though the question were foolish. "To the
ultimate. Even though you wind up with everybody in Interplanetary News
in Interrogation. We've got to have everybody who even suspects, or might
possibly suspect, the existence of our little friend, here." He made a
gesture with a thumb at the alien in its box.

The agent nodded, then asked one last question: "After interrogation,
what?"

Sid Jakes said flatly, "Then well have to memorywash her. Completely
wash out this involved period, no matter how far back you have to go."

The newswoman shrilled. "You can't do that! Under United Planets law,
I've gotтАж"

Ronny Bronston shook his head at her. "You're not in the hands of
United Planets, in the ordinary sense of the word, girl friend. You're in the
hands of Section G."

"But you're a section of the Bureau of Investigation, Department of
Justice of the Commissariat of Interplanetary Affairs! I have my rights!"

Sid Jakes didn't bother to argue. He said to his other operative, "Get
about it, Terry. This is bad. On your way over to Interrogation, if she
makes any attempt to break away, muffle her, but tune your gun low. We
don't want her out for too long. She probably had no idea of what she was
looking for, when she broke in here. Somewhere there was a leak, we've got
to find the source of her knowledge that something was coming off. But,