The doors of the reception hall were closed again, but there was no lock now. One of the two doctors whom Zorchi had trusted was there now, waiting for the stragglers who came in slowly as a result of our broadcast. We couldn't reach them all, of course, but some could be saved. The men who had fought with us were treated and suspended. Even the boy and his dog had finally reached us and been put away. In the main room of the executive vault, Carmody was waiting for Rena and me as we came in, haggard from lack of sleep, but somehow younger-looking than he had been since we had first revived him. He stood up, managing a tired smile. "The first work's done, Tom," he said. "It wasn't too hard, once they learned Defoe was suspended; a lot of the others were afraid of him, I guess. So far, I've only contacted the ones I can trust, but it's a beginning. I've gotten tapes of their delegation of authority to you as acting assistant Chief Underwriter. I guess the factor that influenced them most was your willingness to give up all hopes of suspension for the emergency. And having Zorchi was a help, too--one man like him is worth an army now. I'll introduce you tomorrow." He stumbled out, heading toward the sleeping quarters. Well, I had the chance I'd wanted. And I had his promise to put off suspension until things were running properly. With time to develop a small staff, and with a chance to begin the work of locating the men to study the problems that had to be solved, I couldn't ask for much more. Zorchi grinned at me. "Emperor Weels!" he mocked. I grinned back. "If you ever say that seriously, Luigi, I want you to say it with a bullet through my brain. I've seen enough cases of power corrupting." * * * * * For a second, he studied me. "If that day should come, then there shall be the bullet. But now, even I must sleep," he said. Then he glanced at Rena. "I have left orders that a priest should be wakened." She colored faintly. "You'll be best man, I suppose?" I asked. This time, even his beard couldn't conceal his amusement. "Is Zorchi not always the best man?" he asked as he left us alone. I stared at the vault that would be my home for the next twenty-five or fifty years--until I was an old man, and the rest of the world was ready to be awakened. "It's a lousy place to spend a honeymoon," I told Rena. She leaned against me. "But perhaps a good place to bring up children," she said. "A place to teach them that their children will have a good world, Tom. That's all a woman ever wants, I guess." I drew her to me. It was a good way to think of the future, whatever happened. And it _would_ be a better world, where the virtues of the Company could be used. Probably it wouldn't be perfect. Even the best form of government all the experts could devise couldn't offer a permanent solution. But it could give men a chance to fight their way to a still better world. * * * * *