"I'm going to throw out a few facts at
you and see if you don't come to the same conclusions that Larsborg and
I did."
Rynason leaned over to Mara and murmured, "What's his problem today?"
But she was frowning. "He's got a real one. Listen."
Manning had picked up a sheaf of typescript from the table next to him
and was flipping through it, his lips pursed grimly. "This is the report
I got yesterday from Larsborg here--architecture and various other
artifacts. It's very interesting. Herb, throw that first photo onto the
screen."
The lights went off and the screen in the wall beside Manning lit up
with a reproduction of one of the Hirlaji structures out on the Flat. It
stood in the shadow of an overhanging rock-cliff, protected from the
planet's heavy winds on three sides. Larsborg had apparently set up
lights for a clearer picture; the whole building stood out sharply
against the shadows of the background.
"This look familiar to any of you?" Manning said quietly.
For a moment Rynason continued to stare uncomprehending at the picture.
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