Nyjorders. If this operation is unsuccessful we
will all leave together when the time expires. We will take whatever
personal baggage we can carry by hand; everything else stays here.
Perhaps you don't realize we are here to save a planet--not file
cabinets full of papers."

Out of the corner of his eye he saw Faussel flush with anger. "As
soon as that is typed bring it back. And all the reports as to what
has been accomplished on this project. That will be all for now."

Faussel stamped out, and a minute later Brion saw the shocked, angry
looks from the workers in the outer office. Turning his back to
them, he opened the drawers in the desk, one after another. The top
drawer was empty, except for a sealed envelope. It was addressed to
Winner Ihjel.

Brion looked at it thoughtfully, then ripped it open. The letter
inside was handwritten.

_Ihjel:_

_I've had the official word that you are on the way
to relieve me and I am forced to admit I feel only
an intense satisfaction. You've had the experience on
these outlaw planets and can get along with the odd
types. I have been specializing in research for the
last twenty years, and the only reason I was appointed
planetary supervisor on Nyjord was because of the
observation and application facilities. I'm the
research type, not the office type; no one has ever
denied that._

_You're going to have trouble with the staff, so you
had better realize that they are all compulsory
volunteers. Half are clerical people from my staff.
The others a mixed bag of whoever was close enough to
be pulled in on this crash assignment. It developed so
fast we never saw it coming. And I'm afraid we've done
little or nothing to stop it. We can't get access to
the natives here, not in the slightest. It's
frightening! They don't fit! I've done Poisson
Distributions on a dozen different factors and none of
them can be equated. The Pareto Extrapolations don't
work. Our field men can't even talk to the natives and
two have been killed trying. The ruling class is
unapproachable and the rest just keep their mouths shut
and walk away._

_I'm going to take a chance and try to talk to
Lig-magte, perhaps I can make him see sense. I doubt
if it will work and there is a chance he will try
violence with me. The nobility here are very prone to