"When everything died and turned to dust," said Nolan, "there'd be dust storms. There still must be. They'd cover anything! There was a terrific civilization in part of what's now the Sahara, back on Earth. By pure accident they've found a patch of highway and a post-house. Everything else is covered up. Cities, highways, dams, canals.... And that's heavy sand instead of fine dust! The _Lotus_ found some shadows on a photo. They want us to look and see what cast them. We'll look at it tomorrow and then leave." Crawford said deliberately: "We three have had a preview of what Earth will be like before too long! I wonder if it would do any good on Earth to show them what we've found?" "It's being argued on the ship," said Nolan. "Some say we'd better suppress the whole business." Crawford considered. "The Coms aren't a very believing people," he said slowly. "But our people are. If we report this, our people will believe it. But the Coms can tell their people it is lies. Our people will want peace more than ever if they see what a war will mean. But the big-shot Coms will just take that as a reason to demand some more concessions, and more, and more. Like demanding to build a base on the moon...." "I'm going to bed," said Nolan. He added ironically, "I hope you have pleasant dreams!" * * * * * He did go to bed, but he slept very badly. The others slept no better. All three of them were up before sunrise. They saw it. And to Nolan the coming of the light seemed somehow like an eager arrival of the new day, anxious to see if some tiny thread of green somewhere lifted proudly from brown earth to greet it. But none ever did. Or would. "We should be through by noon," said Nolan. They set out in the jeep. They abandoned the camp. They would abandon the jeep, too, presently, when they went up the ship that waited in orbit. They headed west, and Kelley took over the microwave set that sent a wide-fanning beacon skyward. The _Lotus_ was in orbit now. Every ninety minutes she was overhead. She'd completed the mapping of the planet. Every square foot of its surface had been photographed from aloft. They drove. The ungainly inflated bags which took the place of wheels rolled unweariedly, at first over dew-wetted dust and then over the minor gullies which, so near the ice-cap, were not yet gorges. They went on for twenty miles, and the abomination of desolation was all about them. "We shouldn't tell about this back home," said Kelley abruptly. "If the Com people saw it, they'd know that no--" his tone was ironic--"national aspiration justified the risk of this. But they wouldn't see it. And our people might look at it and decide that anything was better than this. But it isn't." Nolan said nothing. He didn't believe that the discovery of this dead planet could be kept a secret for very long.