The superliners left. But not without taking a souvenir. Francis Burbank went with them. His removal notice was on the first ship, and Don Channing's appointment as Director of Interplanetary Communications was on the second. Happily he entered the Director's office once more. He carried with him all the things that he had removed just a few short weeks before. This time he was coming to stay. Arden entered the office behind him. "Home again?" she asked. "Yop," he grinned at her. "Open file B, will you, and break out a container of my favorite beverage?" "Sure thing," she said. There came a shout of glee. "Break out four glasses," she was told from behind. It was Walt Franks and Joe. It was Arden that proposed the toast. "Here's to a closed corporation," she said. They drank on that. She went over beside Don and took his arm. "You see?" she said, looking up into his eyes. "We aren't the same. Things have changed since Burbank came, and went. Haven't they?" "They have," laughed Channing. "And now that you are my secretary, it is no longer proper for you to shine up to me like that. People will talk." "What's he raving about?" asked Joe. Channing answered. "It is considered bad taste for a secretary to make passes at her boss. Think of his wife and kids." "You have neither." "Maybe so. But it is still not proper for a secretary to--" "You can't call me a secretary in that tone of voice," snapped Arden. "I quit! I resign! I refuse to be secretary to a man like you!" Channing looked helplessly at Franks. Walt looked at Arden, saw what was in her eyes, and told Channing: "See if you can wriggle out of what comes next!" He took Joe by the arm and said: "Joe, now that the ban is off, may I buy you a drink?" And Joe answered: "It is a beautiful night out, isn't it?" It is always a beautiful night on Venus Equilateral. The stars shine forever in a sky that holds a molten ball. Sol flares endlessly in an absolutely black, star-studded sky. There is no moon. The air is always soft and warm and unchanging. And at the moment that Channing was finding out why Arden resigned, a little man of Northern Venus handed a message to the operator in the International Hotel in Detroit, Michigan. It went out on the land wires to Hawaii; to Luna; to Venus Equilateral; to the rotating relay stations that circle Venus five hundred miles above the planet; down through the raging heaviside layer to Northern Landing; and across the Palanortis Country to Yoralen. Channing was still investigating his secretary's resignation when Korvus, the Magnificent, read: TYPE 56-XXD FLIER F. O. B. DETROIT, MICHIGAN, TODAY. WILL BE DELIVERED ON NEXT FREIGHT SHIP. WILNEDA. THE END.