The girl in the visoscreen thawed like ice cream in the sun. "I'm sure Dr. Baer can come. He'll be there in a moment." "Thank you," said Miss Webb. She flicked the machine off, then added: "You trollop." Mr. Peet regarded Jaro Moynahan with distress. "Really, Mr. Moynahan, was it necessary to shoot Stanley? Isn't that--ah--a little extreme? I'm afraid it might incapacitate him, and I had a job for him." "Oh," cried Miss Webb, her brown eyes crackling. "Did you shoot that poor boy? Aren't you the big brave man?" "Poor boy?" said Jaro mildly. "Venomous little rattlesnake. I took these toys away from him." He held out the poisoned dart guns. "You take them, Mr. Peet. Frankly, they give me the creeps. They might go off. A scratch from one of those needles would be enough." Mr. Peet accepted the guns gingerly. He held them as if they might explode any minute. He started to put them in his pocket, thought better of it, glanced around helplessly. "Here, Miss Webb," he said, "do something with these. Put them in my desk." Miss Webb's eyes grew round as marbles. "I wouldn't touch one of those nasty little contraptions for all the Latonka on Mercury." "Here, I'll take them," said Stanley coming back into the room. He had staunched the flow of blood. His face was even whiter, if possible. Jaro eyed him coldly as with his good hand the youth dropped the dart guns back into their holsters. "Act like you want to use those and I'll put a slug in your head next time." "Now, Mr. Moynahan." Mr. Peet licked his lips nervously. "Stanley, go into my office. The doctor will be here in a moment. Miss Webb, you may go home. I'll have no more work for you today." * * * * * Albert Peet led Stanley through the door. Jaro and Miss Webb were alone. With his eye on the door, Jaro said: "When you go out, turn left toward the native quarter. Wait for me in the first grog shop you come to." Miss Webb raised her eyebrows. "What's this? A new technique?" "Look," began Jaro annoyed. "My eyes are practically popping out of my head now," she interrupted. "Another morning like this and I take the first space liner back to Earth." She jammed her hat on backward, snatched her bag from the desk drawer. "I'm not trying to pick you up. This is...." "How disappointing." Jaro began again patiently. "Wait for me in the first grog shop. There's something I must know. It's important." He cleared his throat. "Don't you find the heat rather uncomfortable, Miss Webb. But perhaps you've become accustomed to it." Mr. Peet came back into the room. "Why, no, I mean yes," replied Miss Webb, a blank expression in her eyes. "Goodbye, Miss Webb," said Mr. Peet firmly. Jaro grinned and winked at her. Miss Webb tottered out of the room.