A loud, authoritative rapping at the door interrupted further speculation. He swung his bare feet over the edge of the bed, stood up and ground out his cigarette. Before he could reach the door the rapping came again. Throwing off the latch, he stepped back, balancing on the balls of his feet. "Come in," he called. The door swung open. A heavy set man entered, shut and locked the door, then glanced around casually. His eyes fastened on Jaro. He licked his lips. "Mr. Moynahan, the--ah--professional soldier, I believe." His voice was high, almost feminine. "I'm Albert Peet." He held out a fat pink hand. Jaro said nothing. He ignored the hand, waited, poised like a cat. Mr. Peet licked his lips again. "I have come, Mr. Moynahan, on a matter of business, urgent business. I had not intended to appear in this matter. I preferred to remain behind the scenes, but the disappearance of Miss Mikail has--ah--forced my hand." He paused. Jaro still said nothing. Miss Mikail must be the red-headed singer, whom at different times he had known under a dozen different aliases. He doubted that even she remembered her right name. "Miss Mikail made you a proposition?" Albert Peet's voice was tight. "Yes," said Jaro. "You accepted?" "Why, no. As it happened she was abducted before I had the chance." Mr. Peet licked his lips. "But you will, surely you will. Unless Karfial Hodes is stopped immediately there will be a bloody uprising all over the planet during the Festival of the Rains. Earth doesn't realize the seriousness of the situation." "Then I was right; it is you who are putting up the ten thousand Earth notes." "Not entirely," said Peet uncomfortably. "There are many of us here, Mercurians as well as Earthmen, who recognize the danger. We have--ah--pooled our resources." "But you stand to lose most in case of a successful revolution?" "Perhaps. I have a large interest in the Latonka trade. It is--ah--lucrative." * * * * * Jaro Moynahan lit a cigarette, sat down on the edge of the bed. "Why beat about the bush," he asked with a sudden grin. "Mr. Peet, you've gained control of the Latonka trade. Other Earthmen are in control of the mines and the northern plantations. Together you form perhaps the strongest combine the Universe has ever seen. You actually run Mercury, and you've squeezed out every possible penny. Every time self-government has come before the Earth Congress you've succeeded in blocking it. You are, perhaps, the most cordially-hated group anywhere. I don't wonder that you are afraid of a revolution." Mr. Peet took out a handkerchief and mopped his forehead. "Fifteen thousand Earth notes I can offer you. But no more. That is as high as I can go." Jaro laughed. "How did you know Red had been kidnapped?" "We have a very efficient information system. I had the report of Miss Mikail's abduction fifteen minutes after the fact." Jaro raised his eyebrows. "Perhaps then you know where she is?"