Human-alien encounters -- Fiction; Mars (Planet) -- Fiction; Science fiction
"I came alone," she said. "I traced you through Joey, after Mr. Shanig
sent Perry away with him. I remembered then how Joey always faced
toward the east when he was quiet. He used to crouch for hours in his
cage when no one was near him and stare in this direction. After he was
gone it came to me that he sensed another smiley somewhere was calling
to it. And if there was another smiley on Mars...."
"Then I had brought it and I'd be with it," I finished for her. "Neat
enough. I only hope no one else thought of it."
She gave me that trusting smile again, and my conscience dealt me a
sharp nudge. I went over and gave her a khiff root.
"Chew it," I said. "Never mind the taste. It'll make you as good as
new."
She took it obediently, and a couple of minutes later something like
horror chased the contentment out of her face. She stared at me, her
green eyes turning angry.
"You must have enjoyed seeing me like that," she said acidly. "It never
occurred to me that I'd fall under the other smiley's influence if I
found you or I'd never have--"
"You'd never have dared come at all," I said. "You'd have been afraid
I'd bring up that Phobos jaunt again, and you couldn't have said no
with Cora around."
She bit her lip in the way she had, and I could see her admitting
reluctantly that she might just possibly have misjudged me.
"All right, you found me," I said. "Now give. What happened? How did
Shanig get rid of Joey and why did you hunt me down if you're still
nursing a phobia against Phobos?"
* * * * *
"Shanig's underofficials at Solar Shipping rescued him," she said.
"They couldn't reach him at first because everyone they sent fell under
the smiley's influence. But they had to do something. Shanig was like
an irresponsible child, giving away company holdings as well as his
own. They were so frantic that--"
"I tried to warn him," I pointed out. "He turned cherub the instant
Perry arrived with Joey, didn't he? Word of it got around in nothing
flat and his competitors, his enemies, starting phonovising him right
and left. They must have stood in line at the telewrite stations to
take his holdings and Solar's. A couple of days of that must have
practically ruined him and Solar Shipping as well. How did they snap
him out of it?"
"They phonovised him to step out on his window balcony. When he came
out to the rail they knocked him off with a freeze gun and caught him
with a net in the street below. He almost went mad when he realized
what he had done."
I grinned for two reasons. I had been right and Shanig had lost his
shirt. It served him right.
"So Shanig is starting from scratch again. What line is he taking?"
For the first time she looked scared.
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