On the landing stage of the Sector-Regional Headquarters at Novilan Equivalent, four or five people were waiting for them.  Vall recognized the subchief, Vulthor Tharn, who introduced another man, in riding boots and a white cloak, as Skordran Kirv.  Vall clasped hands with him warmly.

“Good work, Agent Skordran.  You got onto this promptly.”

“I tried to, sir.  Do you want the dope now?  We have half an hour’s flight to our spatial equivalent, and another half hour in transposition.”

“Give it to me on the way,” he said, and turned to Vulthor Tharn.  “Our Esaron costumes ready?”

“Yes.  Over there in the control tower.  We have a temporary conveyer head set up about two hundred miles south of here, which will take you straight through to the plantation.”

“Suppose you change now, Dalla,” he said.  “Subchief, I’d like a word with you privately.”

He and Vulthor Tharn excused themselves and walked over to the edge of the landing stage.  The SecReg Subchief was outwardly composed, but Vall sensed that he was worried and embarrassed.

“Now, what’s been done since you got Agent Skordran’s report?” Vall asked.

“Well, sir, it seems that this is more serious than we had anticipated.  Field Agent Skordran, who will give you the particulars, says that there is every indication that a large and well-organized gang of paratemporal criminals, our own people, are at work.  He says that he’s found evidence of activities on Fourth Level Kholghoor that don’t agree with any information we have about conditions on that sector.”

“Beside transmitting Agent Skordran’s report to Dhergabar through the robot report-system, what have you done about it?”

“I confirmed Agent Skordran in charge of the local investigation, and gave him two detectives and a psychist, sir.  As soon as we could furnish hypno-mech indoctrination in Kharanda to other psychists, I sent them along.  He now has four of them, and eight detectives.  By that time, we had a conveyer head right at this Consolidated Outtime Foodstuffs plantation.”

“Why didn’t you just borrow psychists from SecReg for Kholghoor, Eastern India?” Vall asked.  “Subchief Ranthar would have loaned you a few.”

“Oh, I couldn’t call on another SecReg for men without higher-echelon authorization.  Especially not from another Sector Organization, even another Level Authority,” Vulthor Tharn said.  “Beside, it would have taken longer to bring them here than hypno-mech our own personnel.”

He was right about the second point.  Vall agreed mentally; however, his real reason was procedural.

“Did you alert Ranthar Jard to what was going on in his SecReg?” he asked.

“Gracious, no!” Vulthor Tharn was scandalized.  “I have no authority to tell people of equal echelon in other Sector and Level organizations what to do.  I put my report through regular channels; it wasn’t my place to go outside my own jurisdiction.”