There was a lot of other news. The T.F.N. destroyer _Simón Bolivar_, en route from Gimli to pick up the notorious Anton Gerrit, alias Steve Ravick, had come out of hyperspace and into radio range. Dad had talked to the skipper by screen and gotten interviews, which would be telecast, both with him and Detective-Major MacBride of the Colonial Constabulary. The _Simón Bolivar_ would not make landing, but go into orbit and send down a boat. Detective-Major MacBride (alias Dr. John Watson) would remain on Fenris to take over local police activities. More evidence had been unearthed at Hunters' Hall on the frauds practiced by Leo Belsher and Gerrit-alias-Ravick; it looked as though a substantial sum of money might be recovered, eventually, from the bank accounts and other holdings of both men on Terra. Acting Resident-Agent Gonzalo Ware--Ware, it seemed, really was his right name, but look what he had in front of it--had promulgated more regulations and edicts, and a crackdown on the worst waterfront dives was in progress. I'll bet the devoted flock was horrified at what their beloved bishop had turned into. Bish would leave his diocese in a lot healthier condition than he'd found it, that was one thing for sure. And most of the gang of thugs and plug-uglies who had been used to intimidate and control the Hunters' Co-operative had been gathered up and jailed on vagrancy charges; prisoners were being put to work cleaning up the city. And there was a lot about plans for a registration of voters, and organization of election boards, and a local electronics-engineering firm had been awarded a contract for voting machines. I didn't think there had ever been a voting machine on Fenris before. "The commander of the _Bolivar_ says he'll take your story to Terra with him, and see that it gets to Interworld News," Dad told me as we were sorting the corrected master sheets and loading them into the photoprint machine, to be sent out on the air. "The _Bolivar_'ll make Terra at least two hundred hours ahead of the _Cape Canaveral_. Interworld will be glad to have it. It isn't often they get a story like that with the first news of anything, and this'll be a big story." "You shouldn't have given me the exclusive by-line," I said. "You did as much work on it as I did." "No, I didn't, either," he contradicted, "and I knew what I was doing." With the work done, I remembered that I hadn't had anything to eat since breakfast, and I went down to take inventory of the refrigerator. Dad went along with me, and after I had assembled a lunch and sat down to it, he decided that his pipe needed refilling, lit it, poured a cup of coffee and sat down with me. "You know, Walt, I've been thinking, lately," he began. Oh-oh, I thought. When Dad makes that remark, in just that tone, it's all hands to secure ship for diving. "We've all had to do a lot of thinking, lately," I agreed. "Yes. You know, they want me to be mayor of Port Sandor."