"I was afraid after we arrived, and I didn't want to do it. She said we had to take off our clothes and go with the priests into the rainbow garden. I refused, and she slapped me and said that I was impertinent and ungrateful. I threatened to run away and tell the authorities, so they locked me in here. "The she-devil!" I said. "Oh, she's really not so bad," said Sukey, forgivingly. "It's just that she's a little mad when it comes to being young and beautiful. She was forever talking about the way her arms and legs looked, and all, and crying, and bawling me out." "Come on," I said. "Let's find Harry and get out of here." Her lip quivered. "H-Harry? Is he here too?" "Somewhere," I said, trying to frown at her, and not succeeding, "and worried to death. If I was him I would skin you alive." "I just wanted a chance to come to Venus. That's why I took the job as maid to Mrs. Campbell. I knew that she was tremendously wealthy and came to Venus every year to the beauty culturists." I didn't press the subject. The sky over Venus hadn't faded her complexion much, luckily. It was still fine, even if she did look a little beat. We went out into the hallway and I yelled for Harry. He answered. He seemed to be outside. I looked out one of the ventilation slits. He was standing out there with his back to me, looking into the rainbow garden. The mists were rising in wispy colors here and there, and I could tell without looking at my chrono that the long Venusian night was approaching, for the distorted shapes of the trees were vague, and could no longer be seen more than a few yards away. "Up here!" I said. And he looked up. He pointed to the garden. "Thought I heard somebody calling out there," he said, pointing. "Don't go away," I said. "And don't go in there, whatever you do. I'll be right out." I grabbed Sukey's arm. "We'll surprise him," I told her. * * * * * Sukey Jones came up from behind Harry and put her hand on his arm. He turned and they just looked at each other for the space of half a minute. Harry's voice was kind of choked. He said, "Sukey, I--" And then we all heard it. It was a woman crying. The sound came from the garden. Harry took a step toward the mists. "Wait," I said. And I shouted, "Mrs. Campbell, is that you?" "Here!" Her voice was faint and plaintive. Just as I had remembered it. "Come on out. We've come to take you home." "I--I can't." "How long has she been in there?" I asked Sukey. "Do you know?" "All of the time, I suppose." I shook my head. "It's risky business, but we can't leave her, I suppose. I'll go in." "I can't let you do that," Harry said. "I'm the logical one to go. Listen!" We could hear her crying. A vexed, lost-little-girl sound. I shoved Harry aside. "You don't know what you're getting into," I said. "Take Sukey, and--" That was the first and only time that Harry ever swung at me. The first thing I knew, I was sitting on the ground with my head spinning.