"I don't know. But I'm sure he has hurt none of you. Please let him go free." Maxis shook his head impatiently. "It is of no importance. Tell me--while you lay here bound, did they bring a man to see you? A very old man--very feeble?" Helen did not trust the Martian. After what had happened to her she was in no mood to trust any of these people. There had been an old man. The priests and a tall young Martian had practically carried him in. They had stayed in the room for quite a while, the young Martian talking harshly. The older one had pleaded with him. Had the old man escaped? Helen wondered. Was this one hunting him down? "You don't trust me," Maxis said, "but you must. If the old one came he would have been brought by a young one. The old one would have been horrified at seeing you." "That's how it was," Helen said. Maxis' eyes flared. He laid a quick hand on Helen's shoulder, then drew it back. "How long ago was this? Tell me! How long ago?" "Several hours at least." "Then he still lives! They lied to us. Pandek lied to us!" "If you would explain--" "The man you saw--the old one--was Fanton, Lord of the North Hemisphere--Ruler of Mars. Pandek told us of his death when he assumed the throne. Only for this reason did the legions swear loyalty to Pandek. But Fanton still lives!" Tommy had got to his feet and was brushing his clothes. "Maybe not. They might have killed him in the meantime." "I have a feeling he is not dead," Maxis insisted. "I must find him. I must not fail to find him!" He was turning toward the door. Tommy said, "What about us?" Maxis turned back and Tommy knew he was ready to leave them to fend for themselves. Tommy said, "You promised to help us if she told you what you wanted to know." "You are right. But you will be in my way." "A promise is a promise," Tommy said stoutly. "Very well. We will go down to the prison block. You two will march ahead. I will act as though I am delivering you. But if there is any trouble I will have to desert you. I cannot stand and fight. I cannot risk being slain until I find my Emperor." They marched out into the corridor. The three guards had gone their way and no one was in sight. But from the grim look on the Martian's face, Tommy knew peril lay ahead. * * * * * The door to the cell in which Rex and Jean were imprisoned was unlocked. Five Martian guards entered. The leader was in high rage. "This girl will have to do," he snapped. "The crowds in the square will not know the difference and the priests will just have to keep their mouths shut. Take her!" As three of the guards advanced on Jean, Rex went into action. He drove his knee into the groin of the leader, bending the Martian forward into a straight right that almost tore his head off. The Martian went down. His jaw structure was so thick, Rex's fist turned numb from the contact and the Martian was only dazed.