Produced by Greg Weeks, Mary Meehan and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net jekyll-hyde planet BY JACK LEWIS _Centifor was a paradise planet, another Garden of Eden. And Leon Stubbs was the serpent of temptation...._ [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Worlds of If Science Fiction, February 1956. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] They came in low, decelerating against dense air, while the passengers talked, and laughed, and pressed their faces against the observation ports. In the ship's lounge, a squawk box crackled ... "Twenty minutes," a mechanical voice said ... "We land on Centauri IV in twenty minutes ... Passengers for Orion, Antares, Cygni, and Polaris, have your transfers ready." Everyone laughed. The speaker clicked and went dead. And the boy who'd been gripping Claude Marshall's arm looked up. "What's he mean, Pop? We don't _really_ have to transfer, do we?" Claude Marshall smiled. "No, Billy. This is as far as we're going--as far as anyone's going." "But he said--" "He was only joking, Billy. Maybe someday people will be going to those places, but not now." He glanced at his wife, sitting with her hands folded in her lap.... "I'm glad it's over, Joan," he said. "It's been a long trip--a very long trip." The woman nodded. She had dark hair, and blue eyes, and minute lines of maturity around her eyes and mouth that seemed to soften, rather than age her. She looked almost too young to have mothered a nine-year-old boy--but of course that was one of the requirements. "Is this where we're going to live?" the boy asked. Claude looked out the port. "Yes, Billy. This is where we're going to live." "Why?" "I've already told you why. Don't you remember when I showed you the pictures, and asked you how you'd like to live where you'd have lots of room to play, and wouldn't have to worry about the bombs or anything?" "Sure, Pop," the boy said. "I remember. But tell me about it again?" Claude looked at his wife; watched her nod, and answer his smile. "All right," he said. He raised his arm over the foam-cushion seat-back till it rested on the boy's shoulder. "You see, Billy, things back on Earth are pretty bad--have been for over a hundred years now. There's too many cities, too many wars, and too many people--it's mostly too many people. They don't have room to move around any more the way they used to.... "To make it worse there are always some people who figure that someone else has a little more room than they have, so they try to take it away from them by starting a war. Not that war ever solves anything. It's just that some people think it will." "That's why we left, huh, Pop?"