_He has passed the first_.

_Good_.

_He has gone by the second one_.

_Capital_.

Malacar opened the housing of one of the machines and removed a component the size of a pair of fists.

_He has stopped by the entrance. He is testing the door_.

He commenced the installation of a similar-appearing component he had carried in with him, stopping only for occasional whiffs from his aerosol.

_He is moving away now_.

_Good_.

Finishing the installation, he replaced and affixed the console cover.

_Advise me when he is out of sight_.

_I will_.

He returned to Employee Entrance Four.

_He is gone_.

Malacar Miles departed then, halting only at key points to remove all traces of his visit.

After three blocks, he paused at an intersection and looked in all directions. A sudden splash of red across the sky indicated the arrival of another transport vessel. He could go no farther.

Blanchen was no ordinary world. So long as he remained within the twelve-by-twelve complex of blocks and did not trip an alarm-device on any of its windowless buildings of durrilide, he was moderately safe from detection. There were, however, several living watchmen assigned to each complex, along with rolling patrols of robots covering a larger area. This is the reason he stood within shadow. He avoided as best he could the glow-globes on each building, the lights which guided low-flying nightcraft and served to orient watchmen.

Seeing nothing at the intersection, he reentered the complex and scouted the rendezvous point.

_To your right. One block over and two ahead. A mechanical car. It is turning a corner. Go right_.

_Thanks_.

He moved to the right, keeping track of the turns he made.

_The vehicle is well off in the distance now_.

_Good_.

He retreated from a watchman, retraced a block, turned at right angles to his course, proceeded three blocks. He froze when he heard the sound of a flying machine.