Ruskin placed the receiver carefully back on the cradle. Nothing to fear from Bigelow. He rose and walked slowly toward the fire. He looked down at the book. War! War! War! From the beginning of man almost to his own destruction. Since the Atomic Wars Earth had been comparatively peaceful--because, people thought, Man had become surfeited of war. Ruskin frowned. Attitudes, someone had once said, are more important than facts. He dropped the book into the flames. Very well, then. Let Earth be happy. * * * * * Daisy walked slowly over to him and barked quietly. The pretty golden hair hung gently over her shoulders, and her blue eyes were very soft. Ruskin patted her gently. "Nice doggie," he said.