em. Catch one and you've got the whole organization
what with our modern means of interrogation."

Tog said, "I've heard the opinion before."

Jheru Bulchand pointed at Ronny with his pipe stem. "If its an
organization, then none of that eliminating you did is valid. Your
assassin could have been one of the women. He could have been one of the
men you eliminated as too young--someone recently admitted to the Tommy
Paine organization."

Ronny checked the last of his theories. "Why did Section G send six of its
agents here?"

"Nothing to do with Tommy Paine," Bulchand said. "It's a different sort of
crisis."

"Just for my own satisfaction, what kind of crisis?"

Bulchand sketched it quickly. "There are two Earth type planets in this
solar system. Avalon was the first to be colonized and developed rapidly.
After a couple of centuries, Avalonians went over and settled on Catalina.
They eventually set up a government of their own. Now Avalon has a surplus
of industrial products. Her economic system is such that she produces more
than she can sell back to her own people. There's a glut."

Tog said demurely, "So, of course, they want to dump it in Catalina."

Bulchand nodded. "In fact, they're willing to give it away. They've
offered to build railroads, turn over ships and aircraft, donate whole
factories to Catalina's slowly developing economy."

Ronny said, "Well, how does that call for Section G agents?"

"Catalina has evoked Article Two of the UP Charter. No member planet of UP
is to interfere with the internal political, socio-economic or religious
affairs of another member planet. Avalon claims the Charter doesn't apply
since Catalina belongs to the same solar system and since she's a former
colony. We're trying to smooth the whole thing over, before Avalon dreams
up some excuse for military action."

Ronny stared at him. "I get the feeling every other sentence is being left
out of your explanation. It just doesn't make sense. In the first place,
why is Avalon as anxious as all that to give away what sounds like a
fantastic amount of goods?"

"I told you, they have a glut. They've overproduced and, as a result,
they've got a king-size depression on their hands, or will have unless
they find markets."

"Well, why not trade with some of the planets that want her products?"

Tog said as though reasoning with a youngster, "Planets outside her own
solar system are too far away for it to be practical even if sh