to your questions, youâll find yourself in the brigââ
âThatâs not such a threat,â said Peter, with a smile.
ââor back on Nador in the capable hands of Securitrix Llora. And I assure you, her methods of questioning will be a great deal more uncomfortable than mine. Is that understood?â
Peter gulped. âYes, sir.â
Kirk suppressed a smile of his own. With the fear of God properly installed, they could proceed.
âTo continue,â said Kirk, âwhat were you doing there?â
âI was spying,â said Peter. This frankness had the desired effect; Kirk was silent for a moment. âOn the dissidents,â continued Peter, a moment before Kirk would have asked him to continue. Heâd give his nephew that, he was good at brinkmanship.
âWhy did you feel there was reason to spy on them?â
Peter shrugged uneasily. âI felt something was wrong. Too many of the Federation citizens with resident alien status on Nador were stirred up too easily, encouraged to violence too quickly. Uncle Jim, I think thereâs someone working them up behind the scenes.â
âAn agitator?â
Peter nodded. âNot that the Federationists donât have valid complaints. Lots of the Nadorians resent our presence, treat us as second-class citizens. The rumor is that when the planetary government is handed back to Nador, weâll be subject to a whole bunch of unfair âalienâ taxes and discriminatory laws, even if Nador becomes a member of the Federation. Not that rumors make violence acceptable,â he added, after a pause.
âOf course not. But didnât any of the Federation citizens suspect you?â
âNo.â Peter shook his head, baffled. âWhy should they?â
âYour name,â said Kirk, impatiently. âYouâre my nephew.â
âThere are lots of Kirks in the Federation, Uncle Jim,â said Peter. âYou understand that, right?â
âOf course,â said Kirk, quickly.
âAnd I hadnât told anyone weâre related,â continued Peter. âI wanted to fit in on my own. Good thing, too. I hoped to have a lot more information on whoeverâs stirring up the protesters to give you by this time. But everybodyâs playing it pretty close to their vests.â He shook his head ruefully. âThis undercover stuff is hard.â
That time, Kirk did grin, but smothered it before Peter could see. âAt least you found some way to make use of your free time,â he said, dryly.
âDonât get me wrong,â Peter said quickly, âCommissioner Roget had no idea what I was doing. Anything I did, Iâm totally responsible for, no one else.â
âOh, I assumed that,â said Kirk, rising. Still, the boyâs sentiments did him credit.
The entry tone at the door sounded. âCome,â said Kirk and Peter at the same time. They exchanged a glance, and smiled.
Spock and McCoy entered, Peter shaking hands with the physician happily, after McCoy gravely inspected Chapelâs work.
âStatus?â asked Kirk.
âDamage, some of it irreparable, to the ancient statuary of the palace,â began Spock. Kirk watched McCoy out of the corner of his eye, waiting for him to take the bait.
ââThe statuaryâ? Spock, what aboutâ?â
âAnd only minor injuries sustained by the palace guests and staff. None of the rioters were severely injured,â said Spock, as if McCoy had not spoken. âThe rioters have been detained for questioning. Securitrix Llora is quite displeased with what she called your âhigh-handednessâ at removing one of the rioters before her eyes.â
âLet the commissioner smooth things over,â said Kirk with a shrug. âSpock, Peter seems to think thereâs a party deliberately agitating these riots. Did you get any impression that any of the rioters knew who was behind