He glanced at the call sign on the panel before him. He was
Onarati three. He nodded. Only an important official would be in this
flier. Probably Gorham hadn't been bragging so much.

Another voice had acknowledged the order. Don looked at the speaker
grill and shrugged. He set his course southward.

Again and again, the speaker rattled with calls and answers. Riandar
control appeared to be busy tonight. Don smiled.

"The busier they are, the better," he told himself. "Then they can't
bother me." He coughed.

"Wonder how Korentana made out?" He looked overside.

Abruptly, he was aware of another flier close to his. On its top a blue
light blinked glaringly. He looked at it in consternation. Had
they----? But how? He started to pull the control to him and go into
evasive flight. Then he stopped.

"Use your head," he advised himself.

He reached out and scooped up the microphone. For an instant, he looked
into space, thinking, then he spoke.

"Riandar control," he snarled in an imitation of Gorham's voice.
"Onarati three. Got one of your guys on my back. What's the idea?" He
released the button.

"Oh, boy," he told himself, "I hope that's the right approach." He
looked toward the back of the cabin. If his short contact with Gorham
had told him enough, and if he'd judged correctly ... and if Gorham
was----

The speaker crackled. "Onarati three, Riandar control," it said. "Seven
zero five?"

Don looked down at the card under the panel light. Yes, there it was.
"Give your location."

He mashed the microphone button again. "Seven hundred meters," he
snarled impatiently. "South edge of town. Come on, what's this guy
doing, riding my tail?"

Another voice intruded into the speaker. "Your pardon, Onarati three,"
it said. "This is Rano two four. We cannot read your identification
lights."

Don looked down at the panel, then shook his head in annoyance. He'd
neglected one switch. He reached out and snapped it on. Then he pushed
the mike button again.

"So now you happy?" he demanded. "So why ain't ya telling me something,
instead of coming around with all them blinking lights?"

The other flier sheered away, its blinker off.

"Your pardon," said the speaker. "We were not sure."

Don sighed in relief. That had been too close for comfort. He glanced
down, then blinked and looked again.

"Oh, no!" he growled incredulously. "I left my clothes by the pool."

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