The image dissolved, blurred; turned red, violet, then white. We seemed now upon a height close above the city. It was seething with confusion. Fighting going on in the streets. Animals and men, fighting; a crowd of the Little People thronging a public square, with beasts of war charging them. The Hairless Men; I had heard of them, with their animals trained to fight, while they--the humans--lurked behind. A mysterious, almost grewsome race, to us who live on Earth--these hairless dwellers of the underground Mars. Dead-white of skin; sleek and hairless; heavily muscled from the work of their world; and almost blind from living in the dark. They were swarming now into the Hill City of the ruling Little People. The beasts, at their commands, were running wild through the streets ... dripping jaws, tearing at the women ... the children.... I felt Elza turn away, shuddering. Tarrano chuckled. "The revolt. It came, of course, as I planned. This Little People government--it was annoying ... Colley!" "Master?" "Send the message, Colley. Fling it audibly over Mars! Tell the rulers of the Little People that if they send up the green bomb of surrender--Tarrano will spare them further bloodshed. Tell them that I am not giving the Brende secret to Earth. In a moment I shall defy the Earth Council. Promise them that the Brende secret is going to Mars. Assure them they will have everlasting life for everyone.... Wohl!" "Master?" "Give me the Cave Station." The mirror went dark. Then it turned a dazzling yellow. A cavern in the interior of Mars. A dark scene of wavering yellow torches. Around a table of instruments sat a score of hairless men. Tarrano snatched up a mouthpiece--murmured slowly into it. I could see the leader of the hairless men nod after a time, as the message reached him. And I saw him turn away to issue swift orders as Tarrano had commanded. Tarrano said brusquely: "Enough!... Wohl!" The mirror went dark. A voice called: "Master, the green bomb has gone up from the Hill City! Do you wish to see?" "No.... Give me Venus. Olgan! Are they quiet on Venus?" "Yes, Master." "Congratulate them that we have conquered the Little People. Tell them Mars is ours now! Tell them I am coming to Venus at once--with the Brende model...." "Master, you wish to see Venus? I have direct communication----" Another voice interrupted. "The Earth Council, Master! They demand an explanation of why you say the Brende model is going to Mars. You have promised it to Earth. They demand----" Tarrano rasped: "Tell them to wait ... I don't want Venus, Olgan.... Megar! Give me the Earth Mountain Station." He turned to me, and his voice dropped again to that characteristic sardonic drawl: "We must see how your friend Georg Brende is faring." The mirror showed Georg, standing irresolute on the platform before the sending discs. Tarrano called: "The Princess Maida--can't you locate her?"