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-Title: Dateline: Mars
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-*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK DATELINE: MARS ***
-
-
-
-
- Dateline: MARS
-
- By RICHARD WILSON
-
- It was the story behind the biggest story
- on Mars--how Fate had grimly reckoned with
- the Rockhead Rastol--but Scott Warren of
- Galactic News couldn't write it ... yet.
-
- [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
- Planet Stories May 1951.
- Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
- the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
-
-
-Scott Warren snapped off the vision screen and sat down in front of
-his typewriter. Through the glass side of the building he could see
-the lights of the celebrations whose sounds he had just silenced. He
-lighted a cigarette and started to type out the final edition of _Today
-on Mars_ for transmission by Interradio to the New York bureau of the
-Galactic News Service. He started the news roundup:
-
-"IOPA, MARS--(GN)--Events on Mars were at a snailspace today, the
-midpoint of the traditional three-day Landing Day holiday...."
-
-Scott rolled the paper up in the carriage of his typewriter and jagged
-a line through what he had written. Four "days" in the same sentence
-might get past the night desk, but the New York bureau chief would
-send him a memo about it in the morning.
-
-He started again.
-
-"... Landing Day celebrations on Mars are at their midpoint tonight,
-with both Earth people and natives...."
-
-He x'ed out "natives" and substituted "Martians," remembering the memo
-he'd got about _that_.
-
-"... both Earth people and Martians forgetting their political and
-physical differences to take part in planetwide carnivals. Business
-houses, government offices and stores have been closed down since
-Friday, and Pleasure is king. The two great cities on Mars--Iopa and
-Senalla--are ablaze with light, from their desert outskirts to the
-quarter-mile-high government buildings that mark the center of each.
-Parades, speeches...."
-
-Scott snubbed out his cigarette, shoved his chair away from the desk.
-He looked out over Iopa toward the government building, spotted in
-searchlight rays from all sides of the city. It was bad enough writing
-this stuff--bad enough grinding out a routine night lead, to be later
-dictated to Interradio for transmission across space to Earth, simply
-because the news schedule demanded two daily Mars roundups--
-
-But it wasn't even the truth.
-
- * * * * *
-
-The truth was that both Earth people and Martians were observing
-Landing Day with the usual fuss--but that it was all a big masquerade.
-The oldtime distrust of Terrestrials that had come with the first
-spaceship was still there. It had never been completely wiped out. The
-only ones being taken in were the people back home, who knew nothing
-about Mars except what they were told by people like Scott Warren, and
-who usually saw it only as a red pinpoint in the sky, if the weather
-happened to be right.
-
-When he got to thinking this way, Scott Warren felt more like a
-propagandist for World Government than a newsman--the chief of the Mars
-bureau of Galactic News. He wished he could tell them the truth, a
-truth not dictated by Policy. Some day he'd write a book. That was what
-all newsmen said, wasn't it? The truth would have gone something like
-this:
-
-"The distrust Martians have for Earth people--yes, that includes you,
-dear friends of the reading, listening and viewing audience--wasn't
-completely wiped out even when World Government corrected its first
-monumental blunder. Oh, yes, W.G. has made blunders, and the first was
-a whooperdoo, ladies, gentlemen and prodigies, a whooperdoo of the
-first order, a dilly whose details still are skirted when we talk about
-it, because they're very, very embarrassing.
-
-"The first spaceship, you see, dealt naturally enough with those
-who had seemed to be the rulers of Mars, if not the duly elected
-representatives of the pee-pul. And so did the Earth emissaries who
-followed. These Martians in the welcoming party were a crafty race,
-stockily built with oversized heads like granite, hard-bargaining
-and double-crossing. Rockheads, we called them, and still do,
-underestimating them.
-
-"As our politicians point out with pride, there has been no
-colonization of Mars--as such. Not even despite the cries of the
-imperialists back home. And there has been no war, you will remember,
-although for a while it was touch and go.
-
-"Among the first to come from Earth were the World Government
-commissions. C.E.A.--exploration and assessment. C.E.D.--economic
-development. C.I.I.--industrial integration. C.H.W. came later--health
-and welfare. And so did C.I.E.--information and education.
-
-"It all worked very smoothly. Mars, you remember, was the goal of
-space-flight for half a century, ever since the pioneer hop to the icy
-rock of the moon; and the planning commission had it all set up, in
-advance, from Martian Relations right down to War Planning (top secret
-in the "if necessary" category).
-
-"But Earth muffed it, and good. The Rockheads of Mars who met the
-spaceship, and whose delegations worked with the Earth emissaries,
-were intelligent people, true--but they were the fascists of Mars.
-What World Government didn't know, and couldn't have known, was that
-there had been a military revolution on the red planet a short ten
-years before the first spaceship landed, and that in that revolution
-the democratic government of the planet was overthrown and its leaders
-killed or banished!"
-
- * * * * *
-
-Scott Warren took an imaginary sip of water and paced up and down
-his imaginary lecture platform. He pointed a finger at his imaginary
-classroom.
-
-The big shots of W.G. had found out about it, of course. It didn't take
-them too long. Only about two years went by before they were convinced
-of what had happened, and they had had suspicion of it long before. But
-it took W.G. twenty years to do anything about it. Twenty years, mind
-you, when the average lifespan of a Martian is forty.
-
-Of course there were reasons. Good, sound, diplomatic reasons. In the
-first place, it would have been embarrassing to act sooner. There had
-been such hoopla and ballyhoo during the first negotiations with the
-Rockheads, so many grandiose statements and telepix of interplanetary
-amity, that to have confessed then would have been diplomatic
-suicide--or so they thought. So the fiction had been maintained. Not
-only maintained, but magnified and distorted.
-
-So bad did the distortion become that the people back home had almost
-no inkling of the difficulties in negotiation, of the many concessions
-Earth had to make to Mars' totalitarian rulers. They didn't know how
-many insults the Earth envoys had to swallow, or of the innumerable
-conferences that ended in deadlock because of the Rockheads' impossible
-demands--demands made to impress their own subject people with their
-might--or of the W.G. investigators who were imprisoned because they
-had stumbled across some particularly noisome secret of the corrupt
-Martian government.
-
-Scott was getting quite wound up. He was pointing a finger again when
-the door opened. His finger paralyzed in midair.
-
-The thing that entered was taller than he. The entire upper half of it
-was a face. An idiotically-grinning, white-toothed face. Its eyes were
-outlined in black and its lips were an oversized red. A caricature of
-a woman's face, with a great mass of blonde hair coiled fantastically
-above.
-
-"What the hell," said Scott.
-
-The figure bent forward, and the huge mask came off.
-
-"Hello, Scott," a girl said.
-
-"My Terrestrial aunt," said Scott. "Ylia."
-
-She was a Martian, the daughter of one of the subcommissioners of her
-government. Ylia wasn't pretty by any Earth standard. She had the
-big head of her race, the stocky body and the flat face. But she was
-esteemed by the Martians as attractive, as far as looks count on that
-planet.
-
-"Why the mask?" asked Scott. "I didn't think you went in for all this
-brothers-together nonsense."
-
-"Everybody's masked tonight," she said, meaning all the women. "I had
-to see you, and I thought I'd attract less attention if I wore one,
-too."
-
-Scott knew what the masks represented. They were brought out every
-Landing Day and worn in the streets for the traditional celebrations.
-The masks were all of women--Earth women. Few Earth women had come
-to Mars, but Earth's advertising had come as soon as the planet was
-opened to trade. And with the ads had come the art which hadn't
-changed in centuries. A pretty face, it was reasoned--if there was any
-reasoning--ought to sell as much soap or cigarettes on Mars as it had
-on Earth. Hence the masks, representing Earth's greatest contribution
-thus far to the culture of its neighboring planet--advertising and the
-female face.
-
-"What's up, Ylia?" Scott asked.
-
-"We're having a meeting, sort of, and Father would like you to come, if
-you can."
-
-"Why sure," he said. "When is it?"
-
-"Anytime you get there. You see, you're sort of part of it."
-
-"Will there be anything I can use in the roundup?" Scott asked.
-"There's nothing in it so far except color stuff on Landing Day. It has
-to go off in a few hours."
-
-"You're the newsman," Ylia said. "Why not come and see?"
-
-"Good enough," he said.
-
-"There's something Father would like you to bring with you."
-
-"I don't usually carry a gun," said Scott, "but I guess I could
-scrounge one up if I had to."
-
-"Nothing like that. I think you have what he needs right in your files.
-The Green Arrow affair. You do have it, don't you?"
-
-"Of course. We have copies of all the stories on it that Galactic sent
-out. I can dig them up in a couple of minutes."
-
-"No," said Ylia. "Not that part of it. What we want is the information
-you didn't send out."
-
-"Oh?" said Scott.
-
- * * * * *
-
-The Green Arrow was the name the news services had given a guerrilla
-leader who'd spearheaded the resistance movement against the Rockheads
-before World Government had got around to any definite action. The
-name came from a chalk symbol he had left behind him after each raid
-or foray. Around the Green Arrow had rallied a handful of partisans
-who had not been content with W.G.'s slow and not-so-sure methods of
-deposing the Rockhead regime. They were men of ideals and, more than
-that, of action. Somewhere in the desert below Syrtis had been the
-Arrow's headquarters. All the punitive expeditions of the Rockheads had
-failed to find him. No one had known who he was. On the rare occasions
-that an Arrow man was captured, no amount of torture could get a single
-secret from him.
-
-The damage the Green Arrow did to the Rockheads was negligible in its
-overall effect. But he had been more than a night raider--he'd been a
-symbol to the people in the Rockhead yoke that someone was actively
-on their side. There was a tremendous lift in spirit each time the
-Arrow hit a Rockhead target, and for days thereafter people in the
-community where he had struck--and in others, too--were more cocky and
-less cooperative than the Rockheads thought they had a right to be.
-The Arrow's raids sparked slow-down movements and some sabotage and
-evoked Rockhead reprisals, against guilty and innocent alike. Some
-of the reprisals were cruel--so cruel that they would have deterred
-a less determined man--but the Green Arrow was not to be swayed. He
-remained--even after he was captured and executed--a symbol of liberty
-in a land which had not tasted such a blessing for years.
-
-Galactic News had covered the Green Arrow story from start to finish.
-G.N. gave it the full treatment, despite threats from the Rockheads and
-the denial to it of certain newsgathering facilities. More than that,
-Scott Warren got permission from G.N.'s New York headquarters to send a
-man out to interview the Arrow. The reporter got through where all the
-anti-partisan forces of the Rockheads had failed, and interviewed the
-Arrow in his desert headquarters. That interview was the journalistic
-beat of the year--and was highly embarrassing to the Rockheads. Shortly
-thereafter the reporter was arrested by the Rockhead secret police, and
-it took all the influence of World Government to have him released.
-The name of that reporter was George Mercer. He was now covering the
-Martian parliament for Galactic News.
-
-There had been more in Mercer's story than had been made public,
-however. Before Galactic broke the story, it went with it to W.G. A
-high diplomatic official there, in the interests of security, asked
-G.N. to withhold one fact, and Galactic agreed. As things turned out
-it was nothing W.G. hadn't known; but something in the nature of a
-politico-military secret. It was the name of the Green Arrow.
-
- * * * * *
-
-Scott Warren knew what the name was, but it meant nothing to him. He
-got Mercer's original story out of the files--it had once been kept in
-a safe--and put it in an inside pocket.
-
-"This used to be classified material," he said to the girl. "It's not
-any more. I don't know why you want it."
-
-Ylia smiled. "Are you ready to go?"
-
-He nodded. She put the grotesque mask on again and the two of them left
-the building.
-
-Ylia's father was Kring, a sub-commissioner of commerce in the
-government of President Murain. (The news services had begun the custom
-of transliterating Martian names into pronounceable English, the W.G.
-language, and W.G. itself later adopted it.) Murain was a symbol of
-World Government's diplomatic triumph, as Earth chose to regard it.
-For two decades the dirty political game of collaboration with the
-Rockheads had been played--although it was on such a high level that
-diplomacy was considered the proper word. It ended, finally, with free
-elections--the first since the military coup.
-
-The elections were the result of W.G.'s long psychological siege
-against the Rockheads. The men from Earth played on the vanity of the
-complacent dictators until they believed they could be the people's
-choice voluntarily. It was a masterpiece, Scott had to admit--but a
-masterpiece of striped-pants double-cross. On the one hand the Earthmen
-pumped up the egos of the Rockheads, and on the other they smuggled the
-democratic leaders--those who still lived--out of their desert Siberias
-and let them talk to the people in thousands of small indoor gatherings.
-
-The people anywhere--whether it's in Iopa or Middletown--are smart
-if they have the facts. These people went to the polls and booted
-the Rockheads out. It was close, and there was some violence when
-W.G. watchers arrested repeaters from the Rockheads' machine, but
-the dictatorship went down in a relatively peaceful manner. The
-democratic coup evoked a singing story from Scott Warren, who was then
-newly-assigned to the post of Mars bureau chief. The story won him a
-journalistic prize.
-
-The election also provoked a counter-revolution by the Rockheads,
-which had to be put down by World Government's police troops. That was
-another story, and it won Scott a rest leave on Earth--which he cut
-short to get back to the news beat which he found, strangely, he had an
-unaccountable hankering for.
-
-And so democratic government returned to Mars and everything was
-dandy--for a while.
-
- * * * * *
-
-Scott and Ylia pushed their way through the celebrating crowds.
-The big, grinning masks of Earth women were moving chaotically,
-idiotically, all around them. Spotlights which were partly heat-lamps
-played over the throng in their many colors, coloring and warming the
-night scene. Musicians in outlandish costumes circulated in groups of
-three or four, their reedy tunes conflicting and yet mingling in a
-pleasing semi-harmony.
-
-Most of the crowds were Martians, but here and there a party of Earth
-people was taking part in the gaiety. In the warm glow of one big
-spotlight, an Earthman was dancing with a Martian girl, her mask and
-his fantastic steps parodying a popular Terrestrial ballroom team.
-
-Suddenly there was an intrusion into this scene of celebration. From a
-side street into the main square which Scott and Ylia were now going
-through there came a knot of people. They came on slowly, about a dozen
-of them, their steady progress in contrast to the aimless, carefree
-motions of the rest. Their faces were serious, and the group held both
-Martians and Earthmen. They were young-old faces, young in age but old
-in their apparent contempt for the scene all round them. The group
-remained close together, not costumed, and when a reveler pulled at
-the sleeve of one in invitation to join a chain dance, he was pushed
-away brusquely, almost angrily. When the group reached a well-lighted
-position near the center of the square, its members formed themselves
-into a tight circle. They pulled signs from beneath their tunics and
-thrust them up, then began moving in a shuffling lockstep, chanting
-discordantly. They were pickets--serious, almost fanatic young men of
-two planets, bound together in their cause. Their signs read: "Down
-with the Earth Imperialists," "Democracy, Not Mockery," "What are you
-Celebrating--Colonization?" and so on.
-
-They chanted the same things, out of unison, so that their voices
-created a nerve-tingling atmosphere of unrest. They shouted defiantly,
-yet not looking anywhere but at the neck of the man directly ahead in
-the revolving picket line. "Reds Picket Landing Day Fete," Scott said
-to himself, thinking in headline terms.
-
-There was tension now among the celebrants in this part of the square.
-This was not a time for problems, or for thinking about them, and those
-who had gathered to have fun were being robbed of their spree.
-
-Abruptly a Martian stepped up and in a quick motion wrested a sign
-from one of the pickets. He ripped it up and danced on the pieces. The
-picket whose sign had been snatched made no protest, aside from a look
-of surprise and a frown. He stayed in ranks, and the circle continued
-to go round.
-
-Cheers went up and other revelers pressed forward. The marchers
-tightened their ranks and took firmer grips on their signs. The Martian
-who had snatched the first was now conferring with others. He motioned
-to a group of silently-standing musicians, and they took up a tune. The
-music was rousing and patriotic, and some costumed Martians went into
-a wild snake dance. With apparent good humor, but with telling effect,
-they drove into the circle of pickets and split them into two groups.
-In the scramble, several more signs were trampled underfoot. More
-revelers joined the attack and the pickets were split again, until they
-were widely separated and all their signs were gone. Their unity lost,
-they disappeared in the crowd.
-
-The musicians switched to a gayer tune and there were cheers and
-laughter. The Martian who had grabbed down the first sign was hoisted
-into the air, where he bowed his over sized head, grinning.
-
-The interruption of the fun was ended, and without violence. Scott and
-Ylia moved on.
-
- * * * * *
-
-But Scott knew the picketing had been only one manifestation of a
-smoldering problem. There was truth in those signs, and the people
-knew it. They just hadn't wanted to be reminded of it now. And,
-besides, most of them didn't want their thinking done for them by the
-left-wingers, who proclaimed the right of the people but too often in
-history had aborted the very rights they spoke of so feelingly.
-
-The limited democracy the people now enjoyed had been hard-won. It was
-not perfect, they knew, and they suspected that there was corruption
-here and there, either in their own government or in W.G. But the
-Martian people had had a bellyful of violence. The force used by the
-Rockheads, just lately overthrown in a peaceful election, was fresh
-in their minds, and they were willing to go along for a while with
-President Murain--at least to give him a chance.
-
-They trusted Murain. He was one of them. But Scott was aware that
-Murain himself was too trusting. The Martian president was a grateful
-man, and his gratitude had made him less suspicious than a politician
-should be.
-
-Where the Rockheads had driven hard bargains with Earth, Murain's
-representatives drove none at all. They trusted their deliverers--the
-men of W.G.--to do the right thing. And the Earthmen, some of them,
-were doing the right thing--but for themselves.
-
-Where the Martian democratic government had once lost to the fascists
-through force, it was now losing to friends who were rooking it,
-in a perfectly legitimate, businesslike way. The Commission on
-Exploration and Assessment had now become known off the record as
-A. & E.--assessment and exploitation. The business and industries which
-should have made the Martians prosper--which should have given them the
-schools and housing they had been robbed of by the Rockheads--these had
-their profits skimmed off and sent to Earth. The Martians had their
-freedom now, true, but they couldn't eat it or build with it.
-
-Ylia pulled at Scott's sleeve. They turned down a side street and, at
-an old stone house that seemed as ancient as Mars itself, she led him
-through an archway and into a court. She knocked at a door, and, when
-it opened, took off her ridiculous mask and entered, beckoning Scott to
-follow.
-
- * * * * *
-
-They entered a room that was low and wide, furnished with a mixture of
-Earth and Mars styles, including some of those chairs which are geared
-to Martian dimensions--oversized headrest and, between closely-spaced
-arms, a seat that a plump Terrestrial either had to squeeze into, or
-avoid.
-
-Of the three people in the room, Scott recognized two: Kring, Ylia's
-father, and Toby Black, a W.G. investigator whose real job was known
-to only a few and who posed as a sales manager for a construction
-firm. The guise enabled him to be places where the presence of a W.G.
-representative would be unwelcome. Here, possibly. The other Martian in
-the room looked familiar, but Scott couldn't place him.
-
-Scott shook hands with Kring and let himself be introduced to Toby,
-although they'd had many a drink together in the Press Club bar and in
-less respectable places.
-
-"And this is Mr. Rastol," Kring said of the familiar-looking Martian.
-
-Then Scott remembered. Two days ago President Murain had decided on a
-man to fill the job of commerce minister in the Martian government, a
-post vacated through the death of a cabinet member. Murain had offered
-the job to Rastol. Scott had no idea what had prompted the offer. He
-felt sure that Murain hadn't acted of his own free choice; pressure
-must have been brought on him. Apparently it was a concession he felt
-it necessary to make--a sort of horse trade with some powerful leader
-in Parliament to get an administration bill through. All Scott knew,
-now that he remembered, was that Rastol was a Rockhead. Not an overt
-one, true. There was no blood on his hands, as far as anyone could
-prove. But Rastol had been a power in the totalitarian government
-lately voted out. Possibly Murain could find no one else for the job.
-Rastol had ability, of course, but he also had a tinge, if not a
-definite odor.
-
-He had been brought to trial, under a W.G. indictment, but had been
-acquitted of complicity in any of the really unsavory doings of the
-Rockhead regime. Some had said it was lack of evidence, but newsmen
-covering the trial had a strong suspicion that several prosecution
-witnesses had been given bank accounts. And Rastol went free.
-
-And now Murain was offering him the big commerce job--one that held
-the purse strings of a fair share of the Martian budget. The post
-would give Rastol the power to spend, to let contracts, to make loans
-and parcel out a tremendous amount of business. That money could
-go to help the economy of Mars back on its feet, or it could be
-pork-barreled into the coffers of firms whose ties with the Rockheads
-had been only nominally broken.
-
-Rastol's acceptance of the job, not yet forthcoming, and his
-confirmation in it by Parliament, would be a kick in the teeth to
-Martian democracy. The reason for this off-in-the-corner Landing Day
-soiree became a little clearer--although Scott still was unable to
-figure out why he'd been invited.
-
-Scott shook the hand Rastol extended and said something noncommittal.
-Most Martians looked almost alike to Earth's eyes, except for their sex
-differences, but Rastol was distinctive. He was corpulent, a thing most
-Martians were not, and he was hairless, which also was unusual. His
-skin was whiter than that of most of his planetmen, and he had no neck
-to speak of. If Scott had been a caricaturist, he'd have drawn Rastol
-as an egg.
-
-Ylia had left the room. She came back now with a tray, and served
-drinks. Scott took one of the small pottery cups and told himself he
-mustn't drink more than two of them. They contained a syrupy blue
-liquid with the kick of a rocket-exhaust.
-
-Kring raised his cup. "To the Republic," he said. They all sipped their
-drinks.
-
-"I've asked you here," Kring said, "for a purpose. I should not have
-chosen Landing Day if it had not been important. Some of you have very
-generously broken other engagements or left your work--" he bowed to
-Scott--"to be here."
-
-Rastol spoke in a low, resonant voice. "It is an honor to be asked to
-your home, Mr. Kring."
-
-The "mister" was something Earthmen had brought. Mars, before the
-Rockheads set up their semi-feudal system, had had no such term of
-address.
-
-Kring bowed again. "I am especially happy that you were able to come,
-Mr. Rastol, because what I have to say should be of particular interest
-to you." He turned to Toby Black. "You, Mr. Black, are interested in
-construction, of course, and Mr. Warren's news service has an interest
-in something similar--reconstruction. So we are well met."
-
-Scott didn't know what this preamble was leading to, but he wished
-Kring would get on with it. He did.
-
-"Mr. Warren," Kring went on, "may also have a news story of some value.
-You see, before Mr. Rastol leaves this room tonight, he will have
-announced that he cannot accept the post of minister of commerce in the
-Murain government."
-
-Rastol didn't move, except for a narrowing of his eyes. Then he said,
-carefully: "Indeed?"
-
-Kring smiled a little. "Yes," he said. "I think Mr. Rastol will find
-that his private affairs are of such a demanding nature that he will be
-forced regretfully to decline the honor tendered by President Murain."
-
-Rastol said evenly: "I hesitate to differ with my gracious host, but it
-would seem to me that an individual might be considered to know his own
-affairs better than another."
-
-"I am sure," said Kring, "that no one knows your affairs better than
-you, Mr. Rastol."
-
-Scott looked at Toby Black, who had leaned forward in his chair as if
-trying to see the significance of it all. Scott knew that Toby knew as
-much about Rastol as anyone, and probably more. Toby was one of half
-a dozen men who were permitted to ride the private elevator to the
-private office of the director-general of World Government.
-
-Rastol looked at a timepiece on the wall and rose from his chair. "I am
-afraid I must say good night. I had hoped to be better company, but I
-have just remembered an appointment."
-
-"Please sit down, Mr. Rastol," said Kring. "We have much more to
-discuss."
-
-Rastol moved toward the door. Ylia stepped in front of it. She had a
-Q-gun in her hand.
-
-"I am quite proud of my daughter's marksmanship," said Kring. "She is
-the equal of any soldier at hitting a target. At short range she never
-misses by so much as a hair."
-
-Rastol sat down.
-
-He sipped his drink and appeared to relax. "Be good enough to tell
-me," he said, "why you think I would be so lacking in a sense of public
-duty as to reject an assignment to which my government has called me."
-
-"The answer is simple," said Kring. "The Murain government is not your
-government. Your allegiance is to the totalitarian movement."
-
-"I think the public record will show the falsehood of that statement,"
-said Rastol. "The trial to which I was so cruelly subjected proved just
-the opposite. You will recall that the verdict was one of acquittal."
-
-"Only," said Kring, "because some witnesses were bribed--and others
-were murdered."
-
-Rastol smiled thinly. "Your proof?"
-
-Kring smiled also. "Of that? None, I admit. But we have proof of other
-things--things without value in a court of law, perhaps, but which may
-persuade you to retire to private life, for your tranquillity of mind."
-
-"Produce them," said Rastol.
-
-He was a cool one, Scott had to admit. Then the newsman realized that
-Kring was looking at him.
-
-"Mr. Warren," he said, "if you will be so kind." And he held out his
-hand.
-
-Scott gave him the papers he had brought from the office. He had no
-idea what bearing they had on the situation now being unfolded.
-
-Kring broke the seal on the envelope and opened it. He looked through
-the news reports--those which had been used and those which hadn't.
-Finally he found what he was looking for.
-
-"You have heard of the Green Arrow," Kring asked Rastol.
-
-"Of course. A bandit and outlaw who achieved some notoriety. What of
-him?"
-
-"You may not have heard," said Kring, "that his real name became known.
-To myself and some others who cared to ask, after it was no longer a
-guarded secret. His name was Acton...."
-
-Kring looked closely at Rastol. The big Martian gave no flicker of
-recognition.
-
-"A not uncommon name," said Rastol.
-
-"Acton was the name of your son, was it not?"
-
-There was silence in the room. Kring's eyes looked steadily into
-Rastol's. Ylia stood at the door, her gun no longer pointing at the
-guest, but down at her side. Toby Black was stopped with a cigarette
-halfway to his lips.
-
-Scott raised a hand to brush away what he thought might be an insect
-on the back of his neck. There was nothing there; it was part of the
-tension.
-
-Kring spoke again. "Was not Acton the name of your son, and did he not
-fight against you and the things you stood for?"
-
-Rastol's eyes went from one to another in the room. He made no other
-movement. Even his breathing was not apparent. At length he said:
-
-"Yes, Acton was my son."
-
- * * * * *
-
-Kring's breath came hard, as if he had been holding it.
-
-Then Rastol added: "But what of that? Really, gentlemen, this is a
-most ridiculous performance. To bring me to this house, to threaten me
-with weapons and with words and to produce mysterious papers with the
-flourish of a wandering mystic--this is childish. I must ask you to
-excuse me. I have an important letter to write President Murain."
-
-"What will the letter say?"
-
-"It will say that I accept humbly, yet with pride that I have been
-chosen, the position of minister of commerce in the government to which
-I owe allegiance and wish to serve to the best of my poor ability."
-
-"Allegiance!" Kring spat the word. "You speak of allegiance, who have
-never known it to anything decent and honorable. You blaspheme the
-memory of your son's great deeds when you use the word."
-
-"Neither my son nor any creature that crawls on the ground has any
-bearing on my decision. Your threats and blackmail are unworthy of
-you, Mr. Kring. And if you persist in this farce, or seek to use your
-information publicly, I shall be forced to make a noisy and patriotic
-speech which will look incongruous in my biography but which will have
-the stupid public applauding from the galleries. I shall say that as
-an older man I believed in gradual change and that no man was happier
-than I when Mars became a republic under the aegis of World Government.
-I shall say, if I am forced to, that of course I had publicly deplored
-the activities of the man called the Green Arrow, but that I was in
-good company, for did not Mr. Murain--then not yet President Murain
-of the Republic-to-be--also plead for peaceful methods of achieving
-freedom, and urge his followers to shun violence? And if someone is so
-unfeeling as to mention that Acton was my son, could not my impatience
-with his activities have been in reality a father's fears for the life
-of the boy he had loved from the cradle? Oh, I shall make them weep,
-Mr. Kring, and your petty plan will come to nothing. Furthermore, I
-shall demand your resignation as a sub-commissioner of commerce, and I
-have little doubt that I shall receive it."
-
-"You are an excellent man with a speech," said Kring. "That I admit.
-But there is more which you pretend not to know."
-
-"Is there?"
-
-"Much more. You may or may not choose to recall--Druro."
-
-Rastol chose to say nothing. Druro had been one of the blackest
-marks against the Rockhead regime. It was the name of an infamous
-concentration camp, in which thousands of prisoners had died of
-malnutrition and overwork and thousands more had been put to death
-because of their political views.
-
-"I can tell you something about Druro," said Toby Black. "I was there
-as a guest of your government--the Rockhead government is the one I'm
-talking about, Rastol, not the one you claim you're suddenly so fond
-of."
-
-Toby put out his cigarette and leaned forward. His thin face got hard.
-
-"Kring is a gentleman even when he's dealing with a louse, Rastol, but
-I'm no diplomat. I'm just a hardheaded old trader from Earth, and maybe
-some people think my language is crude. But I say what I think, and
-I don't like you and your kind. Usually I don't mix in politics--my
-business is construction. I started when I was a young squirt and
-built things with my hands, and they got calloused. Now I sit in a fine
-office and scoot around in a fine air-car, and other men do the dirty
-work. But that's honest work. The dirty work I can't stomach is your
-kind, Rastol, and since I've got the chance to undo some of it, or
-maybe prevent some more of it, I asked Kring to let me speak my piece."
-
-Scott could easily have been persuaded, if he hadn't known better,
-that World Government Investigator Toby Black was just that rockribbed
-businessman-with-a-conscience that he was pretending to be.
-
-Toby went on: "The reason I saw Druro the way mighty few people saw it
-was that somebody slipped up. Druro was also a factory town and there
-was room there for a new plant. God knows you had enough slave labor to
-make it damned profitable. So I was invited by your Rockheads to look
-over parts of the town so my company could make a bid on building the
-plant they wanted. But I saw more than you fascists intended, Rastol.
-I'm an old country boy and I get up early. One day I got up earlier
-than those gorillas who were supposed to tag around with me to keep my
-nose clean. And my nose got good and dirty, Rastol. The stench of Druro
-is still in it. I got out and talked to the people in town, and the
-people had plenty to tell me about that camp just over the hill. Some
-of the people I spoke to had been inside it, and they knew what they
-were talking about."
-
-"An interesting anecdote, Mr. Black," Rastol interrupted, "but I must
-confess that I see no relevance."
-
-Toby lighted a cigarette and spat out the smoke. "The relevance is
-coming right up. I heard a lot of different things about Druro from a
-lot of different people, but one of the things I heard over and over
-again was the same. It was the name of the man whose signature sent
-those thousands to their death. I don't have to tell you, Rastol, what
-that name was. You sign your letters with it every day."
-
- * * * * *
-
-"You can prove nothing," snapped Rastol, his composure jolted for the
-first time. "It would be your word against mine, and why should anyone
-believe you?"
-
-"That's true," said Toby. "There's no proof. After I heard of your
-acquittal I got good and mad about it, and I made a special trip to see
-if I could find some of those people I'd talked to back then--to get
-affidavits, if they wouldn't testify in person, to get new evidence.
-But you and your Rockheads did a good job, all right. You practically
-wiped out Druro. There wasn't a soul left who would testify against you
-or any other fascist."
-
-"You see? You have no proof."
-
-"No," said Kring, "no proof that would be good in court. But everyone
-in this room now is convinced of your guilt. That must be a terrible
-burden on your conscience. If I were you I should welcome this
-opportunity to make some slight amend. I appeal to you, Mr. Rastol, to
-decline the post of commerce minister."
-
-Rastol laughed. "You appeal! You beg! This is the weakness of your
-system. You yourselves are so weak that your government cannot be
-strong. I know now that the threats against me tonight all were
-psychological. Even that Q-gun in your daughter's hands. You would
-not shoot me. It is against your principles. Fortunately I have no
-principles, and after I have become commerce minister there will be
-others like me in the cabinet. And then it will not be long before Mars
-again has the kind of government a planet like this needs. Now I am
-going--and if any of you decides to remember any of this in public I
-shall deny it. And then who do you think will be believed?
-
-"Stand aside, young lady. I am leaving."
-
-Rastol got up from his chair.
-
-This wasn't Scott's show, but he spoke up anyway. It looked as if
-everything else had failed.
-
-He said: "I have quite a story here, Rastol. I haven't been taking
-notes, but they say I have a stenographic ear."
-
-Rastol whirled on him. "Use it, and I'll sue you and Galactic News
-Service for libel and everything else in the statutes. I'll deny
-everything and produce two witnesses for every one of yours. You're
-not dealing with an amateur, young man. And now I say good night, you
-fools."
-
-Kring moved to stand beside his daughter. "There is yet more," he said.
-"We had hoped to spare you this, although I know now that our concern
-for your feelings was misguided."
-
-"There is no more," said Rastol. "You have bluffed and you have lost."
-He whipped his hand through the air. "Stand aside. I am going."
-
-"Stay," said a new voice.
-
-Rastol turned slowly. At the end of the room opposite the door some
-hangings had parted. Through them from another room had come a tall,
-cloaked Martian, a young man. Rastol looked at him under a wrinkled
-forehead.
-
-"Who are you?" he asked.
-
-"Hello, Father," said Acton.
-
-Rastol peered across the room. His face seemed to come apart. It went
-slack, seemed to turn gray.
-
-"You're dead!" cried Rastol. "This is a trick! A disguise! Turn up the
-lights!"
-
-Acton stepped forward to within a foot of the older man. "Look well,"
-he said. "Is it a disguise?"
-
-"But you're dead. I know you're dead. I--"
-
-"Yes, Father. I should be." Acton's eyes were steady, but without hate.
-They looked hurt and pitying. "I was at Druro, and you signed the order
-for my execution yourself. It was carried out, you thought, and the
-last witness against you was stilled. You thought."
-
-The young man threw back his cloak. He had no left arm. "They took me
-for dead. The Q-rays burned away my arm and I fell with the others.
-I was buried among the corpses. But my friends found me later. There
-wasn't much life in me, but they nourished it, and I am here."
-
-"No!" screamed Rastol. "It's not true! It's a lie!"
-
-[Illustration: "No!" screamed Rastol. "It's not true ... it's a lie!"]
-
-He wavered away from his son's gaze and half fell into a chair.
-
-"You deny it," said Acton. "Come, we'll tell the people. They
-will decide. We'll go to the great square and ask them whom they
-believe--Rastol or the Green Arrow."
-
-"No," said Rastol. "No ... no."
-
- * * * * *
-
-Back in the Galactic News Service bureau, Scott Warren came to the last
-paragraph of _Today on Mars_. He had written his quota of words about
-Landing Day and the speeches and parades and carnival. He had a story
-bigger than any of this, of course, but he couldn't use it. Toby Black
-asked him not to; not yet.
-
-Rastol had declined Acton's challenge to go before the people. There
-in Kring's house, under the hard eyes of his son, Rastol had written a
-letter to President Murain and signed it.
-
-The rest would come later. It took time to get the legal wheels in
-motion, to prepare a genocide case; but although World Government moved
-slowly sometimes, it did move. In two months or three or six, Rastol
-would be indicted and tried, and this time there would be no doubt of
-the verdict. In the meantime....
-
-Scott wrote: "Elsewhere on Mars, these things happened: Fire broke out
-in Senalla, driving fifty persons from their homes. No one was injured,
-but damage to the apartment house block was extensive.... A collision
-between two air-cars sent three persons to the hospital in Iopa with
-critical injuries.... A sandstorm blowing across the desert 100 miles
-northeast of Iopa has cut communications with the town of Ramor....
-And Rastol decided against accepting the post of commerce minister,
-which had been offered to him by President Murain. Rastol said he was
-honored by the offer, but that the pressure of private affairs made it
-impossible for him to accept."
-
-Scott Warren typed "30" at the end of his copy and sent it off to
-Interradio for transmission to Earth. He resigned himself to the
-possibility that the night desk in the New York bureau would cut out
-his last paragraph to save space.
-
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-<h1>Dateline: MARS</h1>
-
-<h2>By RICHARD WILSON</h2>
-
-<p>It was the story behind the biggest story<br />
-on Mars&mdash;how Fate had grimly reckoned with<br />
-the Rockhead Rastol&mdash;but Scott Warren of<br />
-Galactic News couldn't write it ... yet.</p>
-
-<p>[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from<br />
-Planet Stories May 1951.<br />
-Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that<br />
-the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]</p>
-
-</div>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-
-<p>Scott Warren snapped off the vision screen and sat down in front of
-his typewriter. Through the glass side of the building he could see
-the lights of the celebrations whose sounds he had just silenced. He
-lighted a cigarette and started to type out the final edition of <i>Today
-on Mars</i> for transmission by Interradio to the New York bureau of the
-Galactic News Service. He started the news roundup:</p>
-
-<p>"IOPA, MARS&mdash;(GN)&mdash;Events on Mars were at a snailspace today, the
-midpoint of the traditional three-day Landing Day holiday...."</p>
-
-<p>Scott rolled the paper up in the carriage of his typewriter and jagged
-a line through what he had written. Four "days" in the same sentence
-might get past the night desk, but the New York bureau chief would
-send him a memo about it in the morning.</p>
-
-<p>He started again.</p>
-
-<p>"... Landing Day celebrations on Mars are at their midpoint tonight,
-with both Earth people and natives...."</p>
-
-<p>He x'ed out "natives" and substituted "Martians," remembering the memo
-he'd got about <i>that</i>.</p>
-
-<p>"... both Earth people and Martians forgetting their political and
-physical differences to take part in planetwide carnivals. Business
-houses, government offices and stores have been closed down since
-Friday, and Pleasure is king. The two great cities on Mars&mdash;Iopa and
-Senalla&mdash;are ablaze with light, from their desert outskirts to the
-quarter-mile-high government buildings that mark the center of each.
-Parades, speeches...."</p>
-
-<p>Scott snubbed out his cigarette, shoved his chair away from the desk.
-He looked out over Iopa toward the government building, spotted in
-searchlight rays from all sides of the city. It was bad enough writing
-this stuff&mdash;bad enough grinding out a routine night lead, to be later
-dictated to Interradio for transmission across space to Earth, simply
-because the news schedule demanded two daily Mars roundups&mdash;</p>
-
-<p>But it wasn't even the truth.</p>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-
-<p>The truth was that both Earth people and Martians were observing
-Landing Day with the usual fuss&mdash;but that it was all a big masquerade.
-The oldtime distrust of Terrestrials that had come with the first
-spaceship was still there. It had never been completely wiped out. The
-only ones being taken in were the people back home, who knew nothing
-about Mars except what they were told by people like Scott Warren, and
-who usually saw it only as a red pinpoint in the sky, if the weather
-happened to be right.</p>
-
-<p>When he got to thinking this way, Scott Warren felt more like a
-propagandist for World Government than a newsman&mdash;the chief of the Mars
-bureau of Galactic News. He wished he could tell them the truth, a
-truth not dictated by Policy. Some day he'd write a book. That was what
-all newsmen said, wasn't it? The truth would have gone something like
-this:</p>
-
-<p>"The distrust Martians have for Earth people&mdash;yes, that includes you,
-dear friends of the reading, listening and viewing audience&mdash;wasn't
-completely wiped out even when World Government corrected its first
-monumental blunder. Oh, yes, W.G. has made blunders, and the first was
-a whooperdoo, ladies, gentlemen and prodigies, a whooperdoo of the
-first order, a dilly whose details still are skirted when we talk about
-it, because they're very, very embarrassing.</p>
-
-<p>"The first spaceship, you see, dealt naturally enough with those
-who had seemed to be the rulers of Mars, if not the duly elected
-representatives of the pee-pul. And so did the Earth emissaries who
-followed. These Martians in the welcoming party were a crafty race,
-stockily built with oversized heads like granite, hard-bargaining
-and double-crossing. Rockheads, we called them, and still do,
-underestimating them.</p>
-
-<p>"As our politicians point out with pride, there has been no
-colonization of Mars&mdash;as such. Not even despite the cries of the
-imperialists back home. And there has been no war, you will remember,
-although for a while it was touch and go.</p>
-
-<p>"Among the first to come from Earth were the World Government
-commissions. C.E.A.&mdash;exploration and assessment. C.E.D.&mdash;economic
-development. C.I.I.&mdash;industrial integration. C.H.W. came later&mdash;health
-and welfare. And so did C.I.E.&mdash;information and education.</p>
-
-<p>"It all worked very smoothly. Mars, you remember, was the goal of
-space-flight for half a century, ever since the pioneer hop to the icy
-rock of the moon; and the planning commission had it all set up, in
-advance, from Martian Relations right down to War Planning (top secret
-in the "if necessary" category).</p>
-
-<p>"But Earth muffed it, and good. The Rockheads of Mars who met the
-spaceship, and whose delegations worked with the Earth emissaries,
-were intelligent people, true&mdash;but they were the fascists of Mars.
-What World Government didn't know, and couldn't have known, was that
-there had been a military revolution on the red planet a short ten
-years before the first spaceship landed, and that in that revolution
-the democratic government of the planet was overthrown and its leaders
-killed or banished!"</p>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-
-<p>Scott Warren took an imaginary sip of water and paced up and down
-his imaginary lecture platform. He pointed a finger at his imaginary
-classroom.</p>
-
-<p>The big shots of W.G. had found out about it, of course. It didn't take
-them too long. Only about two years went by before they were convinced
-of what had happened, and they had had suspicion of it long before. But
-it took W.G. twenty years to do anything about it. Twenty years, mind
-you, when the average lifespan of a Martian is forty.</p>
-
-<p>Of course there were reasons. Good, sound, diplomatic reasons. In the
-first place, it would have been embarrassing to act sooner. There had
-been such hoopla and ballyhoo during the first negotiations with the
-Rockheads, so many grandiose statements and telepix of interplanetary
-amity, that to have confessed then would have been diplomatic
-suicide&mdash;or so they thought. So the fiction had been maintained. Not
-only maintained, but magnified and distorted.</p>
-
-<p>So bad did the distortion become that the people back home had almost
-no inkling of the difficulties in negotiation, of the many concessions
-Earth had to make to Mars' totalitarian rulers. They didn't know how
-many insults the Earth envoys had to swallow, or of the innumerable
-conferences that ended in deadlock because of the Rockheads' impossible
-demands&mdash;demands made to impress their own subject people with their
-might&mdash;or of the W.G. investigators who were imprisoned because they
-had stumbled across some particularly noisome secret of the corrupt
-Martian government.</p>
-
-<p>Scott was getting quite wound up. He was pointing a finger again when
-the door opened. His finger paralyzed in midair.</p>
-
-<p>The thing that entered was taller than he. The entire upper half of it
-was a face. An idiotically-grinning, white-toothed face. Its eyes were
-outlined in black and its lips were an oversized red. A caricature of
-a woman's face, with a great mass of blonde hair coiled fantastically
-above.</p>
-
-<p>"What the hell," said Scott.</p>
-
-<p>The figure bent forward, and the huge mask came off.</p>
-
-<p>"Hello, Scott," a girl said.</p>
-
-<p>"My Terrestrial aunt," said Scott. "Ylia."</p>
-
-<p>She was a Martian, the daughter of one of the subcommissioners of her
-government. Ylia wasn't pretty by any Earth standard. She had the
-big head of her race, the stocky body and the flat face. But she was
-esteemed by the Martians as attractive, as far as looks count on that
-planet.</p>
-
-<p>"Why the mask?" asked Scott. "I didn't think you went in for all this
-brothers-together nonsense."</p>
-
-<p>"Everybody's masked tonight," she said, meaning all the women. "I had
-to see you, and I thought I'd attract less attention if I wore one,
-too."</p>
-
-<p>Scott knew what the masks represented. They were brought out every
-Landing Day and worn in the streets for the traditional celebrations.
-The masks were all of women&mdash;Earth women. Few Earth women had come
-to Mars, but Earth's advertising had come as soon as the planet was
-opened to trade. And with the ads had come the art which hadn't
-changed in centuries. A pretty face, it was reasoned&mdash;if there was any
-reasoning&mdash;ought to sell as much soap or cigarettes on Mars as it had
-on Earth. Hence the masks, representing Earth's greatest contribution
-thus far to the culture of its neighboring planet&mdash;advertising and the
-female face.</p>
-
-<p>"What's up, Ylia?" Scott asked.</p>
-
-<p>"We're having a meeting, sort of, and Father would like you to come, if
-you can."</p>
-
-<p>"Why sure," he said. "When is it?"</p>
-
-<p>"Anytime you get there. You see, you're sort of part of it."</p>
-
-<p>"Will there be anything I can use in the roundup?" Scott asked.
-"There's nothing in it so far except color stuff on Landing Day. It has
-to go off in a few hours."</p>
-
-<p>"You're the newsman," Ylia said. "Why not come and see?"</p>
-
-<p>"Good enough," he said.</p>
-
-<p>"There's something Father would like you to bring with you."</p>
-
-<p>"I don't usually carry a gun," said Scott, "but I guess I could
-scrounge one up if I had to."</p>
-
-<p>"Nothing like that. I think you have what he needs right in your files.
-The Green Arrow affair. You do have it, don't you?"</p>
-
-<p>"Of course. We have copies of all the stories on it that Galactic sent
-out. I can dig them up in a couple of minutes."</p>
-
-<p>"No," said Ylia. "Not that part of it. What we want is the information
-you didn't send out."</p>
-
-<p>"Oh?" said Scott.</p>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-
-<p>The Green Arrow was the name the news services had given a guerrilla
-leader who'd spearheaded the resistance movement against the Rockheads
-before World Government had got around to any definite action. The
-name came from a chalk symbol he had left behind him after each raid
-or foray. Around the Green Arrow had rallied a handful of partisans
-who had not been content with W.G.'s slow and not-so-sure methods of
-deposing the Rockhead regime. They were men of ideals and, more than
-that, of action. Somewhere in the desert below Syrtis had been the
-Arrow's headquarters. All the punitive expeditions of the Rockheads had
-failed to find him. No one had known who he was. On the rare occasions
-that an Arrow man was captured, no amount of torture could get a single
-secret from him.</p>
-
-<p>The damage the Green Arrow did to the Rockheads was negligible in its
-overall effect. But he had been more than a night raider&mdash;he'd been a
-symbol to the people in the Rockhead yoke that someone was actively
-on their side. There was a tremendous lift in spirit each time the
-Arrow hit a Rockhead target, and for days thereafter people in the
-community where he had struck&mdash;and in others, too&mdash;were more cocky and
-less cooperative than the Rockheads thought they had a right to be.
-The Arrow's raids sparked slow-down movements and some sabotage and
-evoked Rockhead reprisals, against guilty and innocent alike. Some
-of the reprisals were cruel&mdash;so cruel that they would have deterred
-a less determined man&mdash;but the Green Arrow was not to be swayed. He
-remained&mdash;even after he was captured and executed&mdash;a symbol of liberty
-in a land which had not tasted such a blessing for years.</p>
-
-<p>Galactic News had covered the Green Arrow story from start to finish.
-G.N. gave it the full treatment, despite threats from the Rockheads and
-the denial to it of certain newsgathering facilities. More than that,
-Scott Warren got permission from G.N.'s New York headquarters to send a
-man out to interview the Arrow. The reporter got through where all the
-anti-partisan forces of the Rockheads had failed, and interviewed the
-Arrow in his desert headquarters. That interview was the journalistic
-beat of the year&mdash;and was highly embarrassing to the Rockheads. Shortly
-thereafter the reporter was arrested by the Rockhead secret police, and
-it took all the influence of World Government to have him released.
-The name of that reporter was George Mercer. He was now covering the
-Martian parliament for Galactic News.</p>
-
-<p>There had been more in Mercer's story than had been made public,
-however. Before Galactic broke the story, it went with it to W.G. A
-high diplomatic official there, in the interests of security, asked
-G.N. to withhold one fact, and Galactic agreed. As things turned out
-it was nothing W.G. hadn't known; but something in the nature of a
-politico-military secret. It was the name of the Green Arrow.</p>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-
-<p>Scott Warren knew what the name was, but it meant nothing to him. He
-got Mercer's original story out of the files&mdash;it had once been kept in
-a safe&mdash;and put it in an inside pocket.</p>
-
-<p>"This used to be classified material," he said to the girl. "It's not
-any more. I don't know why you want it."</p>
-
-<p>Ylia smiled. "Are you ready to go?"</p>
-
-<p>He nodded. She put the grotesque mask on again and the two of them left
-the building.</p>
-
-<p>Ylia's father was Kring, a sub-commissioner of commerce in the
-government of President Murain. (The news services had begun the custom
-of transliterating Martian names into pronounceable English, the W.G.
-language, and W.G. itself later adopted it.) Murain was a symbol of
-World Government's diplomatic triumph, as Earth chose to regard it.
-For two decades the dirty political game of collaboration with the
-Rockheads had been played&mdash;although it was on such a high level that
-diplomacy was considered the proper word. It ended, finally, with free
-elections&mdash;the first since the military coup.</p>
-
-<p>The elections were the result of W.G.'s long psychological siege
-against the Rockheads. The men from Earth played on the vanity of the
-complacent dictators until they believed they could be the people's
-choice voluntarily. It was a masterpiece, Scott had to admit&mdash;but a
-masterpiece of striped-pants double-cross. On the one hand the Earthmen
-pumped up the egos of the Rockheads, and on the other they smuggled the
-democratic leaders&mdash;those who still lived&mdash;out of their desert Siberias
-and let them talk to the people in thousands of small indoor gatherings.</p>
-
-<p>The people anywhere&mdash;whether it's in Iopa or Middletown&mdash;are smart
-if they have the facts. These people went to the polls and booted
-the Rockheads out. It was close, and there was some violence when
-W.G. watchers arrested repeaters from the Rockheads' machine, but
-the dictatorship went down in a relatively peaceful manner. The
-democratic coup evoked a singing story from Scott Warren, who was then
-newly-assigned to the post of Mars bureau chief. The story won him a
-journalistic prize.</p>
-
-<p>The election also provoked a counter-revolution by the Rockheads,
-which had to be put down by World Government's police troops. That was
-another story, and it won Scott a rest leave on Earth&mdash;which he cut
-short to get back to the news beat which he found, strangely, he had an
-unaccountable hankering for.</p>
-
-<p>And so democratic government returned to Mars and everything was
-dandy&mdash;for a while.</p>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-
-<p>Scott and Ylia pushed their way through the celebrating crowds.
-The big, grinning masks of Earth women were moving chaotically,
-idiotically, all around them. Spotlights which were partly heat-lamps
-played over the throng in their many colors, coloring and warming the
-night scene. Musicians in outlandish costumes circulated in groups of
-three or four, their reedy tunes conflicting and yet mingling in a
-pleasing semi-harmony.</p>
-
-<p>Most of the crowds were Martians, but here and there a party of Earth
-people was taking part in the gaiety. In the warm glow of one big
-spotlight, an Earthman was dancing with a Martian girl, her mask and
-his fantastic steps parodying a popular Terrestrial ballroom team.</p>
-
-<p>Suddenly there was an intrusion into this scene of celebration. From a
-side street into the main square which Scott and Ylia were now going
-through there came a knot of people. They came on slowly, about a dozen
-of them, their steady progress in contrast to the aimless, carefree
-motions of the rest. Their faces were serious, and the group held both
-Martians and Earthmen. They were young-old faces, young in age but old
-in their apparent contempt for the scene all round them. The group
-remained close together, not costumed, and when a reveler pulled at
-the sleeve of one in invitation to join a chain dance, he was pushed
-away brusquely, almost angrily. When the group reached a well-lighted
-position near the center of the square, its members formed themselves
-into a tight circle. They pulled signs from beneath their tunics and
-thrust them up, then began moving in a shuffling lockstep, chanting
-discordantly. They were pickets&mdash;serious, almost fanatic young men of
-two planets, bound together in their cause. Their signs read: "Down
-with the Earth Imperialists," "Democracy, Not Mockery," "What are you
-Celebrating&mdash;Colonization?" and so on.</p>
-
-<p>They chanted the same things, out of unison, so that their voices
-created a nerve-tingling atmosphere of unrest. They shouted defiantly,
-yet not looking anywhere but at the neck of the man directly ahead in
-the revolving picket line. "Reds Picket Landing Day Fete," Scott said
-to himself, thinking in headline terms.</p>
-
-<p>There was tension now among the celebrants in this part of the square.
-This was not a time for problems, or for thinking about them, and those
-who had gathered to have fun were being robbed of their spree.</p>
-
-<p>Abruptly a Martian stepped up and in a quick motion wrested a sign
-from one of the pickets. He ripped it up and danced on the pieces. The
-picket whose sign had been snatched made no protest, aside from a look
-of surprise and a frown. He stayed in ranks, and the circle continued
-to go round.</p>
-
-<p>Cheers went up and other revelers pressed forward. The marchers
-tightened their ranks and took firmer grips on their signs. The Martian
-who had snatched the first was now conferring with others. He motioned
-to a group of silently-standing musicians, and they took up a tune. The
-music was rousing and patriotic, and some costumed Martians went into
-a wild snake dance. With apparent good humor, but with telling effect,
-they drove into the circle of pickets and split them into two groups.
-In the scramble, several more signs were trampled underfoot. More
-revelers joined the attack and the pickets were split again, until they
-were widely separated and all their signs were gone. Their unity lost,
-they disappeared in the crowd.</p>
-
-<p>The musicians switched to a gayer tune and there were cheers and
-laughter. The Martian who had grabbed down the first sign was hoisted
-into the air, where he bowed his over sized head, grinning.</p>
-
-<p>The interruption of the fun was ended, and without violence. Scott and
-Ylia moved on.</p>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-
-<p>But Scott knew the picketing had been only one manifestation of a
-smoldering problem. There was truth in those signs, and the people
-knew it. They just hadn't wanted to be reminded of it now. And,
-besides, most of them didn't want their thinking done for them by the
-left-wingers, who proclaimed the right of the people but too often in
-history had aborted the very rights they spoke of so feelingly.</p>
-
-<p>The limited democracy the people now enjoyed had been hard-won. It was
-not perfect, they knew, and they suspected that there was corruption
-here and there, either in their own government or in W.G. But the
-Martian people had had a bellyful of violence. The force used by the
-Rockheads, just lately overthrown in a peaceful election, was fresh
-in their minds, and they were willing to go along for a while with
-President Murain&mdash;at least to give him a chance.</p>
-
-<p>They trusted Murain. He was one of them. But Scott was aware that
-Murain himself was too trusting. The Martian president was a grateful
-man, and his gratitude had made him less suspicious than a politician
-should be.</p>
-
-<p>Where the Rockheads had driven hard bargains with Earth, Murain's
-representatives drove none at all. They trusted their deliverers&mdash;the
-men of W.G.&mdash;to do the right thing. And the Earthmen, some of them,
-were doing the right thing&mdash;but for themselves.</p>
-
-<p>Where the Martian democratic government had once lost to the fascists
-through force, it was now losing to friends who were rooking it,
-in a perfectly legitimate, businesslike way. The Commission on
-Exploration and Assessment had now become known off the record as
-A. &amp; E.&mdash;assessment and exploitation. The business and industries which
-should have made the Martians prosper&mdash;which should have given them the
-schools and housing they had been robbed of by the Rockheads&mdash;these had
-their profits skimmed off and sent to Earth. The Martians had their
-freedom now, true, but they couldn't eat it or build with it.</p>
-
-<p>Ylia pulled at Scott's sleeve. They turned down a side street and, at
-an old stone house that seemed as ancient as Mars itself, she led him
-through an archway and into a court. She knocked at a door, and, when
-it opened, took off her ridiculous mask and entered, beckoning Scott to
-follow.</p>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-
-<p>They entered a room that was low and wide, furnished with a mixture of
-Earth and Mars styles, including some of those chairs which are geared
-to Martian dimensions&mdash;oversized headrest and, between closely-spaced
-arms, a seat that a plump Terrestrial either had to squeeze into, or
-avoid.</p>
-
-<p>Of the three people in the room, Scott recognized two: Kring, Ylia's
-father, and Toby Black, a W.G. investigator whose real job was known
-to only a few and who posed as a sales manager for a construction
-firm. The guise enabled him to be places where the presence of a W.G.
-representative would be unwelcome. Here, possibly. The other Martian in
-the room looked familiar, but Scott couldn't place him.</p>
-
-<p>Scott shook hands with Kring and let himself be introduced to Toby,
-although they'd had many a drink together in the Press Club bar and in
-less respectable places.</p>
-
-<p>"And this is Mr. Rastol," Kring said of the familiar-looking Martian.</p>
-
-<p>Then Scott remembered. Two days ago President Murain had decided on a
-man to fill the job of commerce minister in the Martian government, a
-post vacated through the death of a cabinet member. Murain had offered
-the job to Rastol. Scott had no idea what had prompted the offer. He
-felt sure that Murain hadn't acted of his own free choice; pressure
-must have been brought on him. Apparently it was a concession he felt
-it necessary to make&mdash;a sort of horse trade with some powerful leader
-in Parliament to get an administration bill through. All Scott knew,
-now that he remembered, was that Rastol was a Rockhead. Not an overt
-one, true. There was no blood on his hands, as far as anyone could
-prove. But Rastol had been a power in the totalitarian government
-lately voted out. Possibly Murain could find no one else for the job.
-Rastol had ability, of course, but he also had a tinge, if not a
-definite odor.</p>
-
-<p>He had been brought to trial, under a W.G. indictment, but had been
-acquitted of complicity in any of the really unsavory doings of the
-Rockhead regime. Some had said it was lack of evidence, but newsmen
-covering the trial had a strong suspicion that several prosecution
-witnesses had been given bank accounts. And Rastol went free.</p>
-
-<p>And now Murain was offering him the big commerce job&mdash;one that held
-the purse strings of a fair share of the Martian budget. The post
-would give Rastol the power to spend, to let contracts, to make loans
-and parcel out a tremendous amount of business. That money could
-go to help the economy of Mars back on its feet, or it could be
-pork-barreled into the coffers of firms whose ties with the Rockheads
-had been only nominally broken.</p>
-
-<p>Rastol's acceptance of the job, not yet forthcoming, and his
-confirmation in it by Parliament, would be a kick in the teeth to
-Martian democracy. The reason for this off-in-the-corner Landing Day
-soiree became a little clearer&mdash;although Scott still was unable to
-figure out why he'd been invited.</p>
-
-<p>Scott shook the hand Rastol extended and said something noncommittal.
-Most Martians looked almost alike to Earth's eyes, except for their sex
-differences, but Rastol was distinctive. He was corpulent, a thing most
-Martians were not, and he was hairless, which also was unusual. His
-skin was whiter than that of most of his planetmen, and he had no neck
-to speak of. If Scott had been a caricaturist, he'd have drawn Rastol
-as an egg.</p>
-
-<p>Ylia had left the room. She came back now with a tray, and served
-drinks. Scott took one of the small pottery cups and told himself he
-mustn't drink more than two of them. They contained a syrupy blue
-liquid with the kick of a rocket-exhaust.</p>
-
-<p>Kring raised his cup. "To the Republic," he said. They all sipped their
-drinks.</p>
-
-<p>"I've asked you here," Kring said, "for a purpose. I should not have
-chosen Landing Day if it had not been important. Some of you have very
-generously broken other engagements or left your work&mdash;" he bowed to
-Scott&mdash;"to be here."</p>
-
-<p>Rastol spoke in a low, resonant voice. "It is an honor to be asked to
-your home, Mr. Kring."</p>
-
-<p>The "mister" was something Earthmen had brought. Mars, before the
-Rockheads set up their semi-feudal system, had had no such term of
-address.</p>
-
-<p>Kring bowed again. "I am especially happy that you were able to come,
-Mr. Rastol, because what I have to say should be of particular interest
-to you." He turned to Toby Black. "You, Mr. Black, are interested in
-construction, of course, and Mr. Warren's news service has an interest
-in something similar&mdash;reconstruction. So we are well met."</p>
-
-<p>Scott didn't know what this preamble was leading to, but he wished
-Kring would get on with it. He did.</p>
-
-<p>"Mr. Warren," Kring went on, "may also have a news story of some value.
-You see, before Mr. Rastol leaves this room tonight, he will have
-announced that he cannot accept the post of minister of commerce in the
-Murain government."</p>
-
-<p>Rastol didn't move, except for a narrowing of his eyes. Then he said,
-carefully: "Indeed?"</p>
-
-<p>Kring smiled a little. "Yes," he said. "I think Mr. Rastol will find
-that his private affairs are of such a demanding nature that he will be
-forced regretfully to decline the honor tendered by President Murain."</p>
-
-<p>Rastol said evenly: "I hesitate to differ with my gracious host, but it
-would seem to me that an individual might be considered to know his own
-affairs better than another."</p>
-
-<p>"I am sure," said Kring, "that no one knows your affairs better than
-you, Mr. Rastol."</p>
-
-<p>Scott looked at Toby Black, who had leaned forward in his chair as if
-trying to see the significance of it all. Scott knew that Toby knew as
-much about Rastol as anyone, and probably more. Toby was one of half
-a dozen men who were permitted to ride the private elevator to the
-private office of the director-general of World Government.</p>
-
-<p>Rastol looked at a timepiece on the wall and rose from his chair. "I am
-afraid I must say good night. I had hoped to be better company, but I
-have just remembered an appointment."</p>
-
-<p>"Please sit down, Mr. Rastol," said Kring. "We have much more to
-discuss."</p>
-
-<p>Rastol moved toward the door. Ylia stepped in front of it. She had a
-Q-gun in her hand.</p>
-
-<p>"I am quite proud of my daughter's marksmanship," said Kring. "She is
-the equal of any soldier at hitting a target. At short range she never
-misses by so much as a hair."</p>
-
-<p>Rastol sat down.</p>
-
-<p>He sipped his drink and appeared to relax. "Be good enough to tell
-me," he said, "why you think I would be so lacking in a sense of public
-duty as to reject an assignment to which my government has called me."</p>
-
-<p>"The answer is simple," said Kring. "The Murain government is not your
-government. Your allegiance is to the totalitarian movement."</p>
-
-<p>"I think the public record will show the falsehood of that statement,"
-said Rastol. "The trial to which I was so cruelly subjected proved just
-the opposite. You will recall that the verdict was one of acquittal."</p>
-
-<p>"Only," said Kring, "because some witnesses were bribed&mdash;and others
-were murdered."</p>
-
-<p>Rastol smiled thinly. "Your proof?"</p>
-
-<p>Kring smiled also. "Of that? None, I admit. But we have proof of other
-things&mdash;things without value in a court of law, perhaps, but which may
-persuade you to retire to private life, for your tranquillity of mind."</p>
-
-<p>"Produce them," said Rastol.</p>
-
-<p>He was a cool one, Scott had to admit. Then the newsman realized that
-Kring was looking at him.</p>
-
-<p>"Mr. Warren," he said, "if you will be so kind." And he held out his
-hand.</p>
-
-<p>Scott gave him the papers he had brought from the office. He had no
-idea what bearing they had on the situation now being unfolded.</p>
-
-<p>Kring broke the seal on the envelope and opened it. He looked through
-the news reports&mdash;those which had been used and those which hadn't.
-Finally he found what he was looking for.</p>
-
-<p>"You have heard of the Green Arrow," Kring asked Rastol.</p>
-
-<p>"Of course. A bandit and outlaw who achieved some notoriety. What of
-him?"</p>
-
-<p>"You may not have heard," said Kring, "that his real name became known.
-To myself and some others who cared to ask, after it was no longer a
-guarded secret. His name was Acton...."</p>
-
-<p>Kring looked closely at Rastol. The big Martian gave no flicker of
-recognition.</p>
-
-<p>"A not uncommon name," said Rastol.</p>
-
-<p>"Acton was the name of your son, was it not?"</p>
-
-<p>There was silence in the room. Kring's eyes looked steadily into
-Rastol's. Ylia stood at the door, her gun no longer pointing at the
-guest, but down at her side. Toby Black was stopped with a cigarette
-halfway to his lips.</p>
-
-<p>Scott raised a hand to brush away what he thought might be an insect
-on the back of his neck. There was nothing there; it was part of the
-tension.</p>
-
-<p>Kring spoke again. "Was not Acton the name of your son, and did he not
-fight against you and the things you stood for?"</p>
-
-<p>Rastol's eyes went from one to another in the room. He made no other
-movement. Even his breathing was not apparent. At length he said:</p>
-
-<p>"Yes, Acton was my son."</p>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-
-<p>Kring's breath came hard, as if he had been holding it.</p>
-
-<p>Then Rastol added: "But what of that? Really, gentlemen, this is a
-most ridiculous performance. To bring me to this house, to threaten me
-with weapons and with words and to produce mysterious papers with the
-flourish of a wandering mystic&mdash;this is childish. I must ask you to
-excuse me. I have an important letter to write President Murain."</p>
-
-<p>"What will the letter say?"</p>
-
-<p>"It will say that I accept humbly, yet with pride that I have been
-chosen, the position of minister of commerce in the government to which
-I owe allegiance and wish to serve to the best of my poor ability."</p>
-
-<p>"Allegiance!" Kring spat the word. "You speak of allegiance, who have
-never known it to anything decent and honorable. You blaspheme the
-memory of your son's great deeds when you use the word."</p>
-
-<p>"Neither my son nor any creature that crawls on the ground has any
-bearing on my decision. Your threats and blackmail are unworthy of
-you, Mr. Kring. And if you persist in this farce, or seek to use your
-information publicly, I shall be forced to make a noisy and patriotic
-speech which will look incongruous in my biography but which will have
-the stupid public applauding from the galleries. I shall say that as
-an older man I believed in gradual change and that no man was happier
-than I when Mars became a republic under the aegis of World Government.
-I shall say, if I am forced to, that of course I had publicly deplored
-the activities of the man called the Green Arrow, but that I was in
-good company, for did not Mr. Murain&mdash;then not yet President Murain
-of the Republic-to-be&mdash;also plead for peaceful methods of achieving
-freedom, and urge his followers to shun violence? And if someone is so
-unfeeling as to mention that Acton was my son, could not my impatience
-with his activities have been in reality a father's fears for the life
-of the boy he had loved from the cradle? Oh, I shall make them weep,
-Mr. Kring, and your petty plan will come to nothing. Furthermore, I
-shall demand your resignation as a sub-commissioner of commerce, and I
-have little doubt that I shall receive it."</p>
-
-<p>"You are an excellent man with a speech," said Kring. "That I admit.
-But there is more which you pretend not to know."</p>
-
-<p>"Is there?"</p>
-
-<p>"Much more. You may or may not choose to recall&mdash;Druro."</p>
-
-<p>Rastol chose to say nothing. Druro had been one of the blackest
-marks against the Rockhead regime. It was the name of an infamous
-concentration camp, in which thousands of prisoners had died of
-malnutrition and overwork and thousands more had been put to death
-because of their political views.</p>
-
-<p>"I can tell you something about Druro," said Toby Black. "I was there
-as a guest of your government&mdash;the Rockhead government is the one I'm
-talking about, Rastol, not the one you claim you're suddenly so fond
-of."</p>
-
-<p>Toby put out his cigarette and leaned forward. His thin face got hard.</p>
-
-<p>"Kring is a gentleman even when he's dealing with a louse, Rastol, but
-I'm no diplomat. I'm just a hardheaded old trader from Earth, and maybe
-some people think my language is crude. But I say what I think, and
-I don't like you and your kind. Usually I don't mix in politics&mdash;my
-business is construction. I started when I was a young squirt and
-built things with my hands, and they got calloused. Now I sit in a fine
-office and scoot around in a fine air-car, and other men do the dirty
-work. But that's honest work. The dirty work I can't stomach is your
-kind, Rastol, and since I've got the chance to undo some of it, or
-maybe prevent some more of it, I asked Kring to let me speak my piece."</p>
-
-<p>Scott could easily have been persuaded, if he hadn't known better,
-that World Government Investigator Toby Black was just that rockribbed
-businessman-with-a-conscience that he was pretending to be.</p>
-
-<p>Toby went on: "The reason I saw Druro the way mighty few people saw it
-was that somebody slipped up. Druro was also a factory town and there
-was room there for a new plant. God knows you had enough slave labor to
-make it damned profitable. So I was invited by your Rockheads to look
-over parts of the town so my company could make a bid on building the
-plant they wanted. But I saw more than you fascists intended, Rastol.
-I'm an old country boy and I get up early. One day I got up earlier
-than those gorillas who were supposed to tag around with me to keep my
-nose clean. And my nose got good and dirty, Rastol. The stench of Druro
-is still in it. I got out and talked to the people in town, and the
-people had plenty to tell me about that camp just over the hill. Some
-of the people I spoke to had been inside it, and they knew what they
-were talking about."</p>
-
-<p>"An interesting anecdote, Mr. Black," Rastol interrupted, "but I must
-confess that I see no relevance."</p>
-
-<p>Toby lighted a cigarette and spat out the smoke. "The relevance is
-coming right up. I heard a lot of different things about Druro from a
-lot of different people, but one of the things I heard over and over
-again was the same. It was the name of the man whose signature sent
-those thousands to their death. I don't have to tell you, Rastol, what
-that name was. You sign your letters with it every day."</p>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-
-<p>"You can prove nothing," snapped Rastol, his composure jolted for the
-first time. "It would be your word against mine, and why should anyone
-believe you?"</p>
-
-<p>"That's true," said Toby. "There's no proof. After I heard of your
-acquittal I got good and mad about it, and I made a special trip to see
-if I could find some of those people I'd talked to back then&mdash;to get
-affidavits, if they wouldn't testify in person, to get new evidence.
-But you and your Rockheads did a good job, all right. You practically
-wiped out Druro. There wasn't a soul left who would testify against you
-or any other fascist."</p>
-
-<p>"You see? You have no proof."</p>
-
-<p>"No," said Kring, "no proof that would be good in court. But everyone
-in this room now is convinced of your guilt. That must be a terrible
-burden on your conscience. If I were you I should welcome this
-opportunity to make some slight amend. I appeal to you, Mr. Rastol, to
-decline the post of commerce minister."</p>
-
-<p>Rastol laughed. "You appeal! You beg! This is the weakness of your
-system. You yourselves are so weak that your government cannot be
-strong. I know now that the threats against me tonight all were
-psychological. Even that Q-gun in your daughter's hands. You would
-not shoot me. It is against your principles. Fortunately I have no
-principles, and after I have become commerce minister there will be
-others like me in the cabinet. And then it will not be long before Mars
-again has the kind of government a planet like this needs. Now I am
-going&mdash;and if any of you decides to remember any of this in public I
-shall deny it. And then who do you think will be believed?</p>
-
-<p>"Stand aside, young lady. I am leaving."</p>
-
-<p>Rastol got up from his chair.</p>
-
-<p>This wasn't Scott's show, but he spoke up anyway. It looked as if
-everything else had failed.</p>
-
-<p>He said: "I have quite a story here, Rastol. I haven't been taking
-notes, but they say I have a stenographic ear."</p>
-
-<p>Rastol whirled on him. "Use it, and I'll sue you and Galactic News
-Service for libel and everything else in the statutes. I'll deny
-everything and produce two witnesses for every one of yours. You're
-not dealing with an amateur, young man. And now I say good night, you
-fools."</p>
-
-<p>Kring moved to stand beside his daughter. "There is yet more," he said.
-"We had hoped to spare you this, although I know now that our concern
-for your feelings was misguided."</p>
-
-<p>"There is no more," said Rastol. "You have bluffed and you have lost."
-He whipped his hand through the air. "Stand aside. I am going."</p>
-
-<p>"Stay," said a new voice.</p>
-
-<p>Rastol turned slowly. At the end of the room opposite the door some
-hangings had parted. Through them from another room had come a tall,
-cloaked Martian, a young man. Rastol looked at him under a wrinkled
-forehead.</p>
-
-<p>"Who are you?" he asked.</p>
-
-<p>"Hello, Father," said Acton.</p>
-
-<p>Rastol peered across the room. His face seemed to come apart. It went
-slack, seemed to turn gray.</p>
-
-<p>"You're dead!" cried Rastol. "This is a trick! A disguise! Turn up the
-lights!"</p>
-
-<p>Acton stepped forward to within a foot of the older man. "Look well,"
-he said. "Is it a disguise?"</p>
-
-<p>"But you're dead. I know you're dead. I&mdash;"</p>
-
-<p>"Yes, Father. I should be." Acton's eyes were steady, but without hate.
-They looked hurt and pitying. "I was at Druro, and you signed the order
-for my execution yourself. It was carried out, you thought, and the
-last witness against you was stilled. You thought."</p>
-
-<p>The young man threw back his cloak. He had no left arm. "They took me
-for dead. The Q-rays burned away my arm and I fell with the others.
-I was buried among the corpses. But my friends found me later. There
-wasn't much life in me, but they nourished it, and I am here."</p>
-
-<p>"No!" screamed Rastol. "It's not true! It's a lie!"</p>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-
-<div class="figcenter">
- <img src="images/illus.jpg" alt=""/>
- <div class="caption">
- <p><i>"No!" screamed Rastol. "It's not true ... it's a lie!"</i></p>
- </div>
-</div>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-
-<p>He wavered away from his son's gaze and half fell into a chair.</p>
-
-<p>"You deny it," said Acton. "Come, we'll tell the people. They
-will decide. We'll go to the great square and ask them whom they
-believe&mdash;Rastol or the Green Arrow."</p>
-
-<p>"No," said Rastol. "No ... no."</p>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-
-<p>Back in the Galactic News Service bureau, Scott Warren came to the last
-paragraph of <i>Today on Mars</i>. He had written his quota of words about
-Landing Day and the speeches and parades and carnival. He had a story
-bigger than any of this, of course, but he couldn't use it. Toby Black
-asked him not to; not yet.</p>
-
-<p>Rastol had declined Acton's challenge to go before the people. There
-in Kring's house, under the hard eyes of his son, Rastol had written a
-letter to President Murain and signed it.</p>
-
-<p>The rest would come later. It took time to get the legal wheels in
-motion, to prepare a genocide case; but although World Government moved
-slowly sometimes, it did move. In two months or three or six, Rastol
-would be indicted and tried, and this time there would be no doubt of
-the verdict. In the meantime....</p>
-
-<p>Scott wrote: "Elsewhere on Mars, these things happened: Fire broke out
-in Senalla, driving fifty persons from their homes. No one was injured,
-but damage to the apartment house block was extensive.... A collision
-between two air-cars sent three persons to the hospital in Iopa with
-critical injuries.... A sandstorm blowing across the desert 100 miles
-northeast of Iopa has cut communications with the town of Ramor....
-And Rastol decided against accepting the post of commerce minister,
-which had been offered to him by President Murain. Rastol said he was
-honored by the offer, but that the pressure of private affairs made it
-impossible for him to accept."</p>
-
-<p>Scott Warren typed "30" at the end of his copy and sent it off to
-Interradio for transmission to Earth. He resigned himself to the
-possibility that the night desk in the New York bureau would cut out
-his last paragraph to save space.</p>
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