"What were you doing there?"
"Just passing through on my way to our temporary sleeping quarters."
The Commissioner stopped short, standing before Baley, and said, "That's no good, Lije. No one just passes through a power plant to get somewhere else."
Baley shrugged. There was no point in going through the story of the pursuing Medievalists, of the dash along the strips. Not now.
He said, "If you're trying to hint that I had an opportunity to get the alpha-sprayer that knocked out R. Sammy, I'll remind you that Daneel was with me and will testify that I went right through the plant without stopping and that I had no alpha-sprayer on me when I left."
Slowly, the Commissioner sat down. He did not look in R. Daneel's direction or offer to speak to him. He put his pudgy white hands on the desk before him and regarded them with a look of acute misery on his face.
He said, "Lije, I don't know what to say or what to think. And it's no use having your - your partner as alibi. He can't give evidence."
"I still deny that I took an alpha-sprayer."
The Commissioner's fingers intertwined and writhed. He said, "Lije, why did Jessie come to see you here this afternoon?"
"You asked me that before, Commissioner. Same answer. Family matters."
"I've got information from Francis Clousarr, Lije."
"What kind of information?"
"He claims that a Jezebel Baley is a member of a Medievalist society dedicated to the overthrow of the government by force."
"Are you sure he has the right person? There are many Baleys."
"There aren't many Jezebel Baleys."
"He used her name, did he?"
"He said Jezebel. I heard him, Lije. I'm not giving you a second-hand report."
"All right. Jessie was a member of a harmless lunatic-fringe organization. She never did anything but attend meetings and feel devilish about it."
"It won't look that way to a board of review, Lije."
"You mean I'm going to be suspended and held on suspicion of destroying government property in the form of R. Sammy?"
"I hope not, Lije, but it looks awfully bad. Everyone knows you didn't like R. Sammy. Your wife was seen talking to him this afternoon. She was in tears and some of her words were heard. They were harmless in themselves, but two and two can be added up, Lije. You might feel it was dangerous to leave him in a position to talk. And you had an opportunity to obtain the weapon."
Baley interrupted. "If I were wiping out all evidence against Jessie, would I bring in Francis Clousarr? He seems to know a lot more about her than R. Sammy could have. Another thing. I passed through the power plant eighteen hours before R. Sammy spoke to Jessie. Did I know that long in advance that I would have to destroy him and pick up an alpha-sprayer out of clairvoyance?"
The Commissioner said, "Those are good points. I'll do my best. I'm sorry about this, Lije."
"Yes? Do you really believe I didn't do it, Commissioner?"
Enderby said slowly, "I don't know what to think, Lije. I'll be frank with you."
"Then I'll tell you what to think. Commissioner, this is all a careful and elaborate frame."
The Commissioner stiffened. "Now, wait, Lije. Don't strike out blindly. You won't get any sympathy with that line of defense. It's been used by too many bad eggs."
"I'm not after sympathy. I'm just telling the truth. I'm being taken out of circulation to prevent me from learning the facts about the Sarton murder. Unfortunately for my framing pal, it's too late for that."
"What!"
Baley looked at his watch. It was 23:00.
He said, "I know who is framing me, and I know how Dr. Sarton was killed and by whom, and I have one hour to tell you about it, catch the man, and end the investigation."
Chapter 18. END OF AN INVESTIGATION
Commissioner Enderby's eyes narrowed and he glared at Baley. "What are you going to do? You tried something like this in Fastolfe's dome yesterday morning. Not again. Please."
Baley nodded. "I know. I was wrong the first time."
He thought, fiercely: Also the second time. But not now, not this time, not..."
The thought faded out, spluttering like a micropile under a positronic damper.
He said, "Judge for yourself, Commissioner. Grant that the evidence against me has been planted. Go that far with me and see where it takes you. Ask yourself who could have planted that evidence. Obviously only someone who'd known I was in the Williamsburg plant yesterday evening."
"All right. Who would that be?"
Baley said, "I was followed out of the kitchen by a Medievalist group. I lost them, or I thought I did, but obviously at least one of them saw me pass through the plant. My only purpose in doing so, you understand, was to help me lose them."
The Commissioner considered. "Clousarr? Was he with them?"
Baley nodded.
Enderby said, "All right, we'll question him. If he's got anything in him, we'll have it out of him. What more can I do, Lije?"
"Wait, now. Don't quit on me. Do you see my point?"
"Well, let's see if I do?" The Commissioner clasped his hands. "Clousarr saw you go into the Williamsburg power plant, or else someone in his group did and passed the information along to him. He decided to utilize that fact to get you into trouble and off the investigation. Is that what you're saying?"
"It's close to it."
"Good." The Commissioner seemed to warm to the task. "He knew your wife was a member of his organization, naturally, and so he knew you wouldn't face a really close probe into your private life. He thought you would resign rather than fight circumstantial evidence. By the way, Lije, what about a resignation? I mean, if things looked really bad. We could keep things quiet - "