The Caves of Steel by Isaac Asimov Read Free Book Online

not replace an ordinary plain-clothes man C-5. He could see the barracks, as he thought that. He could taste the yeast mush. He could remember his father.
    His father had been a nuclear physicist, with a rating that had put him in the top percentile of the City. There had been an accident at the power plant and his father had borne the blame. He had been declassified. Baley did not know the details; it had happened when he was a year old.
    But he remembered the barracks of his childhood; the grinding communal existence just this side of the edge of bearability. He remembered his mother not at all; she had not survived long. His father he recalled well, a sodden man, morose and lost, speaking sometimes of the past in hoarse, broken sentences.
    His father died, still declassified, when Lije was eight. Young Baley and his two older sisters moved into the Section orphanage. Children’s Level, they called it. His mother’s brother, Uncle Boris, was himself too poor to prevent that.
    So it continued hard. And it was hard going through school, with no father-derived status privileges to smooth the way.
    And now he had to stand in the middle of a growing riot and beat down men and women who, after all, only feared declassification for themselves and those they loved, as he himself did.
    Tonelessly, he said to the woman who had already spoken, “Let’s not have any trouble, lady. The clerks aren’t doing you any harm.”
    “Sure they ain’t done me no harm,” sopranoed the woman. “They ain’t gonna, either. Think I’ll lettheir cold, greasy fingers touch me? I came in here expecting to get treated like a human being. I’m a citizen. I got a right to have human beings wait on me. And listen, I got two kids waiting for supper. They can’t go to the Section kitchen without me, like they was orphans. I gotta get out of here.”
    “Well, now,” said Baley, feeling his temper slipping, “if you had let yourself be waited on, you’d have been out of here by now. You’re just making trouble for nothing. Come on now.”
    “Well!” The woman registered shock. “Maybe you think you can talk to me like I was dirt. Maybe it’s time the guv’min’ reelized robots ain’t the only things on Earth. I’m a hard-working woman and I’ve got rights.” She went on and on and on.
    Baley felt harassed and caught. The situation was out of hand. Even if the women would consent to be waited on, the waiting crowd was ugly enough for anything.
    There must be a hundred crammed outside the display window now. In the few minutes since the plain-clothes men had entered the store, the crowd had doubled.
    “What is the usual procedure in such a case?” asked R. Daneel Olivaw, suddenly.
    Baley nearly jumped. He said, “This is an unusual case in the first place.”
    “What is the law?”
    “The R’s have been duly assigned here. They’re registered clerks. There’s nothing illegal about that.”
    They were speaking in whispers. Baley tried to look official and threatening. Olivaw’s expression, as always, meant nothing at all.
    “In that case,” said R. Daneel, “order the woman to let herself be waited on or to leave.”
    Baley lifted a corner of his lip briefly. “It’s a mobwe have to deal with, not a woman. There’s nothing to do but call a riot squad.”
    “It should not be necessary for citizens to require more than one officer of the law to direct what should be done,” said Daneel.
    He turned his broad face to the store manager. “Open the force door, sir.”
    Baley’s arm shot forward to seize R. Daneel’s shoulder, swing him about. He arrested the motion. If, at this moment, two law men quarreled openly, it would mean the end of all chance for a peaceful solution.
    The manager protested, looked at Baley. Baley did not meet his eye.
    R. Daneel said, unmoved, “I order you with the authority of the law.”
    The manager bleated, “I’ll hold the City responsible for any damage to the goods or fixtures. I serve