"You're not behind me, Bay." He folded his arms and frowned. "What a situation! You'd never know there was a person like the Mule, except for this last queer break. Do you suppose he'll come for his clown?" Bayta looked up at him. "I don't know that I want him to. I don't know what to say or do. Do you?" The inner buzzer sounded with its intermittent burring noise. Bayta's lips moved wordlessly, "The Mule!" Magnifico was in the doorway, eyes wide, his voice a whimper, "The Mule?" Toran murmured, "I've got to let them in." A contact opened the air lock and the outer door closed behind the newcomer. The scanner showed only a single shadowed figure. "It's only one person," said Toran, with open relief, and his voice was almost shaky as he bent toward the signal tube, "Who are you?" "You'd better let me in and find out, hadn't you?" The words came thinly out the receiver. "I'll inform you that this is a Foundation ship and consequently Foundation territory by international treaty."

"I know that." "Come with your arms free, or I'll shoot. I'm well-armed." "Done!" Toran opened the inner door and closed contact on his blast pistol, thumb hovering over the pressure point. There was the sound of footsteps and then the door swung open, and Magnifico cried out, "It's not the Mule. It's but a man." The "man" bowed to the clown somberly, "Very accurate. I'm not the Mule." He held his hands apart, "I'm not armed, and I come on a peaceful errand. You might relax and put the blast pistol away. Your hand isn't steady enough for my peace of mind." "Who are you?" asked Toran, brusquely. "I might ask you that," said the stranger, coolly, "since you're the one under false pretenses, not I."

"How so?" "You're the one who claims to be a Foundation citizen when there's not an authorized Trader on the planet." "That's not so. How would you know?" "Because I am a Foundation citizen, and have my papers to prove it. Where are yours?" "I think you'd better get out." "I think not. If you know anything about Foundation methods, and despite your imposture you might, you'd know that if I don't return alive to my ship at a specified time, there'll be a signal at the nearest Foundation headquarters so I doubt if your weapons will have much effect, practically speaking." There was an irresolute silence and then Bayta said, calmly, "Put the blaster away, Toran, and take him at face value. He sounds like the real thing." "Thank you," said the stranger. Toran put his gun on the chair beside him, "Suppose you explain all this now."

The stranger remained standing. He was long of bone and large of limb. His face consisted of hard flat planes and it was somehow evident that he never smiled. But his eyes lacked hardness. He said, "News travels quickly, especially when it is apparently beyond belief. I don't suppose there's a person on Kalgan who doesn't know that the Mule's men were kicked in the teeth today by two tourists from the Foundation. I knew of the important details before evening, and, as I said, there are no Foundation tourists aside from myself on the planet. We know about those things." "Who are the 'we'?" "'We' are 'we'! Myself for one! I knew you were at the Hangar you had been overheard to say so. I had my ways of checking the registry, and my ways of finding the ship." He turned to Bayta suddenly, "You're from the Foundation by birth, aren't you?"