Out there, Haven thought. A hundred miles from nowhere in the high ice mountains north of this city, there is a glacier. The ice is crystal clear, astonishing clear. And there, entrapped in the ice and perfectly preserved by it for all time and perfectly visible too, was Drexell Tolliver's body. Haven had, fifteen years before, melted the ice with a heat blaster and dropped Tolliver's body in. Then the ice had frozen over. For fifteen years, except when it snowed--and it did not snow often, despite the cold, on Centauri VII--the corpse had been perfectly visible for whoever wanted to see it. Fortunately, the viewers had only been Centaurians, and the Centaurians never bore testimony against one another, nor against outworlders, either. Now he had to reach that body, had to hide it some way, with the help of these six men he'd been paying off for fifteen years because they'd been working for him and Tolliver and knew what he knew.... "I'd just love to go out there," he heard Louise saying. "No, Louise," he said firmly. "I don't think you'd like it. Cold. Nothing to see, really. Why don't you just stay in the hotel when we get started in the morning?" "But I insist," Louise said, smiling at him sweetly. "Let the little lady go," MacCready said, smiling blandly. Before Haven could answer, the little Centaurian waiter came by. "Glacier move," he mumbled. "What did you say?" said Haven, startled. "Nothing," said the Centaurian, and shuffled from the room. Haven got up and started after him, but saw Louise watching. He settled back and waited uncomfortably through the small talk of the reunion. It did not break up until the early hours of the morning and Haven went directly to their suite with Louise. "No nightcap?" she asked him. "Need plenty of sleep for the morning. But Lou, honey, I still don't think you ought to go." "I'm going, George. That's all. It's the beginning of the George Haven legend, and I want to see it. Can you blame me?" Haven had to admit that he could not. They went up to the suite, where Haven undressed and got into bed and pretended to fall asleep quickly. After what seemed a very long time to him he heard Louise's regular breathing. "Sleeping honey?" he whispered. No answer. Haven got up quietly and dressed in the dark. He tiptoed to the door, looked back once, listened. Louise was still breathing regularly. Even before the reunion celebration was over, Haven had made up his mind. If Louise was going out there with him and the others in the morning--and apparently she was--then Haven had to go out there first, in the darkness, alone if necessary, to see what he could do about the body.... * * * * * He closed the door softly behind him and stepped into the dim, night-lit hallway. He almost bumped into a small figure crouching there and jerked away from it with a startled exclamation. It was the little Centaurian waiter.