“Perhaps. But, as I say, I don’t want Harrington close to the planet when it kicks off. If at all possible, I want her several hours away, far enough for us to get the running start we need. As for Coglin, I think his cover will hold a while longer, and I can arrange to hold our other assets on station for up to three or four Manticoran months if I have to.”

“I’ll see what I can do, Sir.” Canning still sounded doubtful, and the admiral smiled.

“I’m sure you will, Mr. Canning. And, in the meantime, I’ll see what we can do to… redirect Commander Harrington’s energies.”

“I’ve pretty much exhausted the diplomatic options, Sir,” Canning pointed out.

“No, Mr. Consul. You’ve exhausted Haven’s diplomatic options.” The admiral turned to face him with a much broader smile, and Canning’s eyebrows rose.

“I’m not sure I see what you’re driving at, Sir.”

“Oh, come now! Haven’t you just been telling me how hard you’ve worked to provide the Manticorans with a culprit closer to home? Well, what use is a cat’s-paw if you don’t use it?”

“You mean—?”

“Of course, Mr. Canning.” The admiral actually chuckled. “I’m quite certain Harrington has irritated the Manticoran merchant cartels as badly as she has us. From what you’ve reported about her operations, she’s already cost them a bundle, and that doesn’t even consider the humiliation she’s no doubt inflicted by catching them with their hands dirty. I suspect most of them are just as eager as we are to see her teeth pulled, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Yes,” Canning agreed with a slow smile. “Yes, I imagine they are. But by the same token, Sir, doesn’t it seem likely they’ve already put all the pressure they can on the Government and Admiralty?”

“Perhaps. But I was thinking about something a little more direct than that,” the admiral said unpleasantly, “and I’ve been studying our dossier on Commander Harrington since I learned of the situation here. As I say, it’s not as complete as I might wish, but it does offer some potentially useful information. For example, did you know that her father and mother are both doctors?” Canning shook his head. “Well, they are. In fact, they’re both senior partners in Duvalier Medical Associates on Sphinx. It’s an excellent outfit, with a high reputation in neural and genetic surgery… and it just happens that seventy percent of Duvalier Medical’s public stock is held by Christy and Sons, which, in turn, is a wholly owned subsidiary of the Hauptman Cartel.” The admiral smiled almost dreamily. “I always knew keeping an eye on Hauptman would be useful some day, even before this operation came up.”

“But does Hauptman even realize it, Sir?”

“Perhaps not yet, but I’m sure we can call it to their attention—discreetly, of course. But, then, we’ve already called several items to Hauptman’s attention, haven’t we?”

“Yes, Sir, we have,” Canning agreed. He furrowed his brow as he considered ways and means. “My regularly scheduled courier to Ambassador Gowan leaves tomorrow morning,” he said thoughtfully.