If Seldon doubted the efficacy of his notion, if he feared that it might explode matters prematurely or move them desperately in the wrong direction, if he was filled with an agonizing doubt as to whether Raych could be entirely trusted to fulfill his part suitably, he nevertheless had no doubt-no doubt whatever-as to what Dors's reaction would be when presented with the fait accompli.
    And he was not disappointed-if that was quite the word to express his emotion.
    Yet, in a manner, he was disappointed, for Dors did not raise her voice in horror as he had somehow thought she would, as he had prepared himself to withstand.
    But how was he to know? She was not as other women were and he had never seen her truly angry. Perhaps it was not in her to be truly angry -or what he would consider to be truly angry.
    She was merely cold-eyed and spoke with low-voiced bitter disapproval. "You sent him to Dahl? Alone?" Very softly. Questioningly.
    For a moment Seldon quailed at the quiet voice. Then he said firmly, "I had to. It was necessary."
    "Let me understand. You sent him to that den of thieves, that haunt of assassins, that conglomeration of all that is criminal?"
    "Dors! You anger me when you speak like that. I would expect only a bigot to use those stereotypes."
    "You deny that Dahl is as I have described?"
    "Of course. There are criminals and slums in Dahl. I know that very well. We both know that. But not all of Dahl is like that. And there are criminals and slums in every sector, even in the Imperial Sector and in Streeling."
    "There are degrees, are there not? One is not ten. If all the worlds are crime-ridden, if all the sectors are crime-ridden, Dahl is among the worst, is it not? You have the computer. Check the statistics."
    "I don't have to. Dahl is the poorest sector on Trantor and there is a positive correlation between poverty, misery, and crime. I grant you that."
    "You grant me that! And you sent him alone? You might have gone with him, or asked me to go with him, or sent half a dozen of his schoolmates with him. They would have welcomed a respite from their work, I'm sure."
    "What I need him for requires that he be alone."
    "And what do you need him for?"
    But Seldon was stubbornly silent about that.
    Dors said, "Has it come to this? You don't trust me?"
    "It's a gamble. I alone dare take the risk. I can't involve you or anyone else."
    "But it's not you taking the risk. It's poor Raych."
    "He's not taking............