"You were small-force tactics, if I remember," said Graff.
"And when you tried that experiment with military music--having the boys learn to sing together--"
Graff groaned. "Please. Don't remind me. What a deeply stupid idea that was."
"But you saw that at once and let us mercifully drop the whole thing."
"Esprit de corps my ass," said Graff.
Uphanad hit a group of keys on the console keyboard and the screen showed that he had just logged off. "All done here. I'm glad you found out about the informer here in MinCol. Having the Wiggins leave was the only safe option."
"Do you remember," said Graff, "the time I accused you of letting Bean see your log-on?"
"Like yesterday," said Uphanad. "I don't think you were going to believe me until Dimak vouched for me and suggested Bean was crawling around the duct system and peeking through vents."
"Yes, Dimak was sure that you were so methodical you could not possibly have broken your habits in a moment of carelessness. He was right, wasn't he?"
"Yes," said Uphanad.
"I learned my lesson," said Graff. "I trusted you ever since."
"I hope I have earned that trust."
"Many times over. I didn't keep all the faculty from Battle School. Of course, there were some who thought the Ministry of Colonization too tame for their talents. But it isn't really a matter of personal loyalty, is it?"
"What isn't, sir?"
"Our loyalty should be to something larger than a particular person, don't you think? To a cause, perhaps. I'm loyal to the human race--that's a pretentious one, don't you think?--but to a particular project, spreading the human genome throughout as many star systems as possible. So our very existence can never be threatened again. And for that, I'd sacrifice many personal loyalties. It makes me completely predictable, but also someone unreliable, if you get what I mean."
"I think I do, sir."
"So my question, my good friend, is this: What are you loyal to?"
"To this cause, sir. And to you."
"This informant who used your log-on. Did he peer at you through the vents again, do you think?"
"Very unlikely, sir. I think it much more probable that he penetrated the system and chose me at random, sir."
"Yes, of course. But you must understand that because your name was on that email, we had to eliminate you as a possibility first."
"That is only logical, sir."
"So as we sent the Wiggins home on the shuttle, we made sure that every member of the permanent staff found out that they were leaving and had every opportunity to send a message. Except you."
"Except me, sir?"
"I have been with you continuously since they decided to go. That way, if a message was sent, even if it used your log-on, we would know it wasn't you who sent it. But if a message wasn't sent, well...it was you who didn't send it."
"This is not likely to be foolproof, sir," said Uphanad. "Someone else might have not sent the message for reasons of his or her own, sir. It might be that their departure was not something for which a message was necessary."
"True," said Graff. "But we would not convict you of a crime on the basis of a message not sent. Merely assign you to a less critical responsibility. Or give you the opportunity to resign with pension."
"That is very kind of you, sir."
"Please don't think of me as kind, I--"
The door opened. Uphanad turned, obviously surprised. "You can't come in here," he said to the Vietnamese woman who stood in the doorway.