NO WAR TOMORROW Feature Novel of Days to Come By Wallace West War now would mean the destruction, not merely of one planet, but all the inhabitable worlds. But if a satisfactory substitute could be found.... [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Science Fiction Quarterly May 1951. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] 1 Captain Frank Sage, S.P., shouldered through the double safety doors of Moon Station Cafe, tossed his gear into a corner and sat down at the bar. "'Lo, Tom," he said glumly. "Make it black coffee, ham and eggs and apple pie." "You going right out?" Old Tom stopped his eternal polishing of glasses and gave his bald head a rub with the towel before switching on the hot plate. "I was hoping you could lay over a day and chew the fat." "Not this time." Sage swished the coffee in its heavy cup to cool it. "I'm pushing off soon as they refuel my crate and calibrate the orbit; I've got troubles." "Um!" The bartender squinted quizzically at his lean and lanky customer. "I hear the Big Shots are big-shotting it again on Venus." "Right! They're getting much too big for their britches these days; that's why I'm on this cursed jaunt." "I sort of thought you and the Space Patrol and my gal Sadie had the Big Shots on the hip up there." "Sadie!" The captain's voice was bitter as his coffee. "You kids been fighting again?" "Fighting _again_! We never stop. If Sadie weren't your daughter, Tom, and if I weren't so crazy about her...." Frank's dour face lit up briefly, "... I'd have sewed her in a sack and dumped her into the Central Sea long ago." "When she was a kid I often used to think of doing the same thing." Tom juggled a sizzling order onto a plate and slid it across the bar. "What's the trouble this time?" "It's just that United Stars won't use the Patrol to clean the Big Shots off Venus." The younger man attacked the victuals with a gusto which belied his mood. "We've got things pretty well under control at Venusport. The Incor Underground is growing stronger all over Wildoatia. One more push and...." "... and Sadie agrees with United Stars?" "That's right. I don't get it, Tom." "Look, son." The old man leaned both hamlike hands on the bar and thrust his face within a few inches of the captain's. "Sadie's a mighty smart gal. If Wildoatia ever gets cleaned up, the Incors in the Underground will have to do the job themselves. The Patrol's work is to police Venusport and see that tender-foot Incors get an even break until they head into the bush." "But why, Tom? Confound it...."