"I want the Interstellar Police," Thornwald said. "IP," said a metallic voice a few moments later. "This is Mac Thornwald, retired captain. You know me?" "Sure, Mac! What's up?" "Listen carefully," Thornwald said. "Get a patrol-ship right down here now--Bleekman's Planet. There's trouble here. It's under control now, but the planet will need a complete mopup." "That's the place you were supposed to live, isn't it? The quiet little secluded planet out in a corner of the galaxy?" Thornwald smiled grimly. "It'll be that way soon," he said. "Just as soon as you clean up a bunch of cheap crooks who can't beat a one-armed man."