Never Come Midnight by Christopher Grimm

Author:Christopher Grimm
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Pronoun

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As he was riding back to his hotel, Hubbard let his tired old body indulge the aches and pains that were its rightful heritage. As his body relaxed, his mind relaxed, and he began to think more clearly. Perhaps Dyall would not listen to him—perhaps Dyall had some reason for not listening—but the government might.

What young Shortmire might have done as a human, they would consider a matter for local law—but the fact that human and Morethan had begotten offspring would interest them. The fact that the Morethans might have managed at last to get a spy on Earth would interest them. If Emrys would not surrender his birth certificate, they could get another from Clergal. Only, would the government’s representative believe Hubbard enough to get that birth certificate? Or would they, like Dyall, dismiss him as a doddering old fool?

The private humiliation had been hard enough; he hated to risk a public one. But it was his duty to tell officialdom of his suspicions, he knew miserably. Never again could he think with pride of himself as a worthy citizen if he didn’t at least make the attempt. Never again could he let himself feel a justifiable jealousy of those with endowments superior to his, if he did not prove himself worthy of what he had.

Well, there was no hurry; he would sleep on it. He was mistaken. In the morning, before he had even started to decide upon any course of action, the front desk called to announce that a Mr. Shortmire wished to see him.

“Very well,” the old lawyer said wearily into the machine, to the machine, for it was the Dyall itself speaking. “Send him up.”

A short while later, there was a rap on the door. “Come in,” Hubbard called.

The door slid open. A man entered, a tawny golden youth with eyes like burnished metal. “Do you know who I am, Peter?”

“Of course,” Hubbard said, faintly disgusted, since he considered melodrama vulgar. “You’re Emrys Shortmire.”

“You’re wrong,” the man said. “I’m Jan Shortmire.”

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