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.She was with a Trading Representative from that planet who claimed she was his niece.Your daughter seems to have a queer collection of relatives, doctor.That was the second uncle she had in a period of two weeks, eh? The Trantorian even tried to bribe me – probably thinks that's why they got away." He smiled grimly at the thought."How was she?""Unharmed, as far as I could see.Frightened.I don't blame her for that.The whole department was after her.I still don't know why."Darell drew a breath for what seemed the first time in several minutes.He was conscious of the trembling of his hands and controlled them with an effort."Then she's all right.This Trading Representative, who was he? Go back to him.What part does he play in it?""I don't know.Do you know anything about Trantor?""I lived there once.""It's an agricultural world, now.Exports animal fodder and grains, mostly.High quality! They sell them all over the Galaxy.There are a dozen or two farm co-operatives on the planet and each has its representatives overseas.Shrewd sons of guns, too– I knew this one's record.He'd been on Kalgan before, usually with his wife.Perfectly honest.Perfectly harmless.""Um-m-m," said Anthor."Arcadia was born in Trantor, wasn't she, Doc?"Darell nodded."It hangs together, you see.She wanted to go away – quickly and far – and Trantor would suggest itself.Don't you think so?"Darell said: "Why not back here?""Perhaps she was being pursued and felt that she had to double off in a new angle, eh?'Dr.Darell lacked the heart to question further.Well, then, let her be safe on Trantor, or as safe as one could be anywhere in this dark and horrible Galaxy.He groped toward the door, felt Anthor's light touch on his sleeve, and stopped, but did not turn."Mind if I go home with you, Doc?""You're welcome," was the automatic response.By evening, the exteriormost reaches of Dr.Darell's personality, the ones that made immediate contact with other people had solidified once more.He had refused to eat his evening meal and had, instead, with feverish insistence, returned to the inchwise advance into the intricate mathematics of encephalographic analysis.It was not till nearly midnight, that he entered the living room again.Pelleas Anthor was still there, twiddling at the controls of the video.The footsteps behind him caused him to glance over his shoulder."Hi.Aren't you in bed yet? I've been spending hours on the video, trying to get something other than bulletins.It seems the F.S.Hober Mallow is delayed in course and hasn't been heard from""Really? What do they suspect?""What do you think? Kalganian skulduggery.There are reports that Kalganian vessels were sighted in the general space sector in which the Hober Mallow was last heard from?"Darell shrugged, and Anthor rubbed his forehead doubtfully."Look doc," he said, "why don't you go to Trantor?""Why should I?""Because "You're no good to us here.You're not yourself.You can't be.And you could accomplish a purpose by going to Trantor, too.The old Imperial Library with the complete records of the Proceedings of the Seldon Commission are there–""No! The Library has been picked clean and it hasn't helped anyone.""It helped Ebling Mis once.""How do you know? Yes, he said he found the Second Foundation, and my mother killed him five seconds later as the only way to keep him from unwittingly revealing its location to the Mule.But in doing so, she also, you realize, made it impossible ever to tell whether Mis really did know the location.After all, no one else has ever been able to deduce the truth from those records.""Ebling Mis, if you'll remember, was working under the driving impetus of the Mule's mind.""I know that, too, but Mis' mind was, by that very token, in an abnormal state.Do you and I know anything about the properties of a mind under the emotional control of another; about its abilities and shortcomings? In any case, I will not go to Trantor."Anthor frowned, "Well, why the vehemence? I merely suggested it as – well, by Space, I don't understand you.You look ten years older.You're obviously having a hellish time of it.You're not doing anything of value here.If I were you, I'd go and get the girl.""Exactly! It's what I want to do, too.That's why I won't do it.Look, Anthor, and try to understand
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