"You fool!--you stupid moronic abysmal fool!" I said dully. "You're not content to get Abie on our heels. Now you've triggered off the whole Galactic Patrol. Don't you know that nuclear weapons are banned--that they've been banned ever since our ancestors destroyed Earth--that their use calls for the execution of the user? Just where do you come from that you don't know the facts of life?" "Earth," Redman said. * * * * * It left me numb. Any fool knew that there was no life on that radioactive hell. Even now, spacers could see her Van Allen bands burning with blue-green fire. Earth was a sterile world--a horrible example, the only forbidden planet in the entire galaxy, a galactic chamber of horrors ringed with automatic beacons and patrol ships to warn strangers off. We Martians, Earth's nearest neighbor, had the whole history of that last suicidal war drummed into us as children. After all, we _were_ the cradle of Galactic civilization even though we got that way by being driven off Earth--and feeling that almost any place would be better than Mars. Mars iron built the ships and powered the atomics that had conquered the galaxy. But we knew Earth better than most, and to hear those words from Redman's lips was a shock. "You're a damn liar!" I exploded. "You're entitled to your opinion," Redman said, "but you should know the truth when it is told to you. I _am_ from Earth!" "But--" I said. "You'd better get out of here," Redman said, "your Patrol will be here shortly." I was thinking that, too. So I wiggled my way up to the control room, braced myself against the walls and fired the jets. Acceleration crushed me flat as the ship lifted and bored out into space. As quickly as I could, I cut the jets so the Patrol couldn't trace us by our ion trail, flipped the negative inertia generator on and gave the ship one minimal blast that hurled her out of sight. We coasted at a few thousand miles per second along the plane of the ecliptic while we took stock. Redman had wedged himself halfway into the control room and eyed my cramped body curiously. "It's a good thing you're a runt," he said. "Otherwise we'd be stuck down there." He laughed. "You look like a jack in the box--all coiled up ready to spring out." But I was in no mood for humor. Somehow I felt that I'd been conned. "What do I get out of this?" I demanded. "A whole skin--at least for awhile." "That won't do me any good unless I can take it somewhere." "Don't worry," Redman said. "They don't give a damn about you. It's me they want, turn on your radio and see."