he facsimile stood up from behind a table at which she had been
sitting as Trigger and Mihul came into the room. She gave Trigger a
brief, impersonal glance, then looked at Mihul.

Mihul performed no introductions.

"Dress, robe and scarf," she said to the facsimile. "The shoes are close
enough." She turned to Trigger. "She'll be wearing your street clothes
when she leaves," she said. "Could we have the dress now?"

Trigger pulled the dress over her head, tossed it to Mihul and stood in
her underwear, looking at her double slip out of her street clothes.
They did seem to be a very close match in size and proportions. Watching
the shifting play of slim muscles in the long legs and smooth back,
Trigger decided the similarity was largely a natural one. The
silver-blonde hair was the same, of course. The gray eyes seemed almost
identical--and the rest of the face was a little _too_ identical! They
must have used a life-mask there.

It was a bit uncanny. Like seeing one's mirror image start moving about
independently. If the girl had talked, it might have reduced the effect.
But she remained silent.

She put on the dress Trigger had been wearing and smoothed it down.
Mihul surveyed the result. She nodded. "Perfect." She took Trigger's
robe and scarf from the back of a chair where someone had draped them
and handed them over.

"You won't wear the scarf," she said. "Just shove it into a pocket of
the coat."

The girl slung the cloak over her shoulder and stood holding the scarf.
Mihul looked her over once more. "You'll do," she said. She smiled
briefly. "All right."

The facsimile glanced at Trigger again, turned and moved attractively
out of the room. Trigger frowned.

"Something wrong?" Mihul asked. She had gone over to a wall basin and
was washing out a tumbler.

"Why does she walk like that?"

"The little swing in the rear? She's studied it." Mihul half filled the
tumbler with water, fished a transparent splinter of something out of a
pocket and cracked the splinter over the edge of the glass. "Among your
friends it's referred to as the Argee Lilt. She's got you down pat,
kid."

Trigger didn't comment. "Am I supposed to put on her clothes?"

"No. We've got another costume for you." Mihul came over, holding out
the glass. "This is for you."

Trigger looked at the glass suspiciously. "What's in it?"

The blue eyes regarded her mildly. "You could call it a sedative."

"Don't need any. Thanks."

"Better