"Not at all. I can pick the _Loki_ up there. Right at the present time you'd get nowhere if you stay on Terra; your face is known to every man, woman, and child on the planet." "But--" "Go to Pluto, Guy. Out there they will not demand ten years of references before you apply for a job." Guy faced Kane once more. "Was I right?" he asked. "As far as I am concerned, you were. And as far as I have the ability to make people believe--and I've made quite a pile doing just that--they'll believe, too. We'll campaign you right back into the service. But meantime you must play this my way. Disappear, Guy, because when you return, we can claim another M-12 for you, and tell the world that your dismissal was all a part of a grand plot. Understand?" Guy nodded. Kane's argument was very sound. Remaining in the light would destroy any chances of squashing the charge later. "I'll do it!" Kane handed Maynard the key to the _Loki's_ shelter. "Keep an eye on the newsprint," he said. "You'll know when to return!" * * * * * High in the Solar System; up near the orbit of Jupiter, Guy became lonely. Killing time, he'd started at a 1-G drive, and in spite of the terrific velocities that can be achieved at a single G, it took a long time to make the run to Pluto at 1-G. He'd watched and listened daily to the Press Broadcasts and gratified to know that Kane's campaign was off to a successful start. Other headline stories bothered him. The Patrol had started a search for the hidden planet. It worried Guy. Supposing that they did manage to find it? The recurring worry caused cold sweat and shakes, and it was only by main force that Guy willed himself into a semblance of nervous stability. Again and again he analyzed his actions. He viewed them as Guy Maynard. He tried to see them from the standpoint of the Patrol. He tried to visualize the thoughts of the people, and knew that they were being swayed by both Kane's publicity and the Patrol's adverse reports. Would they ever know the real truth? How could they ever really realize the facts when the facts were cloaked in suave words and shaded tones? The Mephistan was right. True democracy would occur only when the thought-beam instruments became universal and fancy words no longer prevailed. But all evidence of the mental instruments was destroyed on Mephisto; Guy had seen to that. He'd been afraid that their use would disclose his secret. It would have uncovered his secret, without a doubt. And yet he was responsible for destroying an instrument that would have been the salvation of mankind. Wars and strife and graft and lies were the rewards of power; and power went to the man who was wealthy and dishonest enough to buy it. An honest man did not have a real chance to gain power; others bought it easily, and by trying their tactics and buying their power, they themselves became dishonest.