Pictures Don't Lie By KATHERINE MacLEAN Illustrated by MARTIN SCHNEIDER [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Galaxy Science Fiction August 1951. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] ... Pictures, that is, that one can test and measure. And these pictures positively, absolutely could not lie! The man from the _News_ asked, "What do you think of the aliens, Mister Nathen? Are they friendly? Do they look human?" "Very human," said the thin young man. Outside, rain sleeted across the big windows with a steady faint drumming, blurring and dimming the view of the airfield where _they_ would arrive. On the concrete runways, the puddles were pockmarked with rain, and the grass growing untouched between the runways of the unused field glistened wetly, bending before gusts of wind. Back at a respectful distance from where the huge spaceship would land were the gray shapes of trucks, where TV camera crews huddled inside their mobile units, waiting. Farther back in the deserted sandy landscape, behind distant sandy hills, artillery was ringed in a great circle, and in the distance across the horizon, bombers stood ready at airfields, guarding the world against possible treachery from the first alien ship ever to land from space. "Do you know anything about their home planet?" asked the man from _Herald_. The _Times_ man stood with the others, listening absently, thinking of questions, but reserving them. Joseph R. Nathen, the thin young man with the straight black hair and the tired lines on his face, was being treated with respect by his interviewers. He was obviously on edge, and they did not want to harry him with too many questions to answer at once. They wanted to keep his good will. Tomorrow he would be one of the biggest celebrities ever to appear in headlines. "No, nothing directly." "Any ideas or deductions?" _Herald_ persisted. "Their world must be Earth-like to them," the weary-looking young man answered uncertainly. "The environment evolves the animal. But only in relative terms, of course." He looked at them with a quick glance and then looked away evasively, his lank black hair beginning to cling to his forehead with sweat. "That doesn't necessarily mean anything." "Earth-like," muttered a reporter, writing it down as if he had noticed nothing more in the reply. The _Times_ man glanced at the _Herald_, wondering if he had noticed, and received a quick glance in exchange. The _Herald_ asked Nathen, "You think they are dangerous, then?" It was the kind of question, assuming much, which usually broke reticence and brought forth quick facts--when it hit the mark. They all knew of the military precautions, although they were not supposed to know. The question missed. Nathen glanced out the window vaguely. "No, I wouldn't say so."