m, most of the Ardans were gathered at the
natatorium. Hilton and Temple were wrestling in the water--she was
trying to duck him and he was hard put to it to keep her from doing it.
The platinum-haired twins were--oh, ever so surreptitiously and
indetectably!--studying the other girls.
Captain Sawtelle--he had steadfastly refused to accept any higher
title--and his wife were teaching two of their tiny grandchildren to
swim.
In short, everything was normal.
Beverly Bell Poynter, from the top platform, hit the board as hard as
she could hit it; and, perfectly synchronized with it, hurled herself
upward. Up and up and up she went. Up to her top ceiling of two hundred
ten feet. Then, straightening out into a shapely arrow and without again
moving a muscle, she hurtled downward, making two and a half beautifully
stately turns and striking the water with a slurping, splashless _chug_!
Coming easily to the surface, she shook the water out of her eyes.
Temple, giving up her attempts to near-drown her husband, rolled over
and floated quietly beside him.
"You know, this is fun," he said.
"Uh-_huh_," she agreed enthusiastically.
"I'm glad you and Sandy buried the hatchet. Two of the top women who
ever lived. Or should I have said sheathed the claws? Or have you,
really?"
"Pretty much ... I guess." Temple didn't seem altogether sure of the
point. "Oh-oh. _Now_ what?"
A flitabout had come to ground. Dark Lady, who never delivered a message
via thought if she could possibly get away with delivering it in person,
was running full tilt across the sand toward them. Her long black hair
was streaming out behind her; she was waving a length of teletype tape
as though it were a pennon.
"Oh, no. Not _again_?" Temple wailed. "Don't tell us it's Terra again,
Dark Lady, please."
"But it is!" Dark Lady cried, excitedly. "And it says 'From Five-Jet
Admiral Gordon, Commanding.'"
"Omit flowers, please," Hilton directed. "Boil it down."
"The _Perseus_ is in orbit with the whole Advisory Board. They want to
hold a top-level summit conference with Director Hilton and Five-Jet
Admiral Sawtelle." Dark Lady raised her voice enough to be sure Sawtelle
heard the title, and shot him a wicked glance as she announced it. "They
hope to conclude all unfinished business on a mutually satisfactory and
profitable basis."
"Okay, Lady, thanks. Tell 'em we'll call 'em shortly."
Dark Lady flashed away and Hilton and Temple swam slowl
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