"I have no idea, Mr. Sollenar. But I know Cortwright Burr's character. And isn't that he, seated there in the corner? The light is poor, but I think he's recognizable." Across the lounge, Burr raised his head and looked into Sollenar's eyes. He raised a hand near his face, perhaps merely to signify greeting. Rufus Sollenar faced front. "A worthy opponent, Mr. Sollenar," Ermine said. "A persevering, unforgiving, ingenious man. And yet--" Ermine seemed a little touched by bafflement. "And yet it seems to me, Mr. Sollenar, that he got you running rather easily. What _did_ happen between you, after my advisory call?" Sollenar turned a terrible smile on Ermine. "I shot him to pieces. If you'd peel his face, you'd see." Ermine sighed. "Up to this moment, I had thought perhaps you might still salvage your affairs." "Pity, Mr. Ermine? Pity for the insane?" "Interest. I can take no part in your world. Be grateful, Mr. Sollenar. I am not the same gullible man I was when I signed my contract with IAB, so many years ago." Sollenar laughed. Then he stole a glance at Burr's corner. * * * * * The ship came down at Abernathy Field, in Aresia, the Terrestrial city. Industrialized, prefabricated, jerry-built and clamorous, the storm-proofed buildings huddled, but huddled proudly, at the desert's edge. Low on the horizon was the Martian settlement--the buildings so skillfully blended with the landscape, so eroded, so much abandoned that the uninformed eye saw nothing. Sollenar had been to Mars--on a tour. He had seen the natives in their nameless dwelling place; arrogant, venomous and weak. He had been told, by the paid guide, they trafficked with Earthmen as much as they cared to, and kept to their place on the rim of Earth's encroachment, observing. "Tell me, Ermine," Sollenar said quietly as they walked across the terminal lobby. "You're to kill me, aren't you, if I try to go on without you?" "A matter of procedure, Mr. Sollenar," Ermine said evenly. "We cannot risk the investment capital of so many IAB members." Sollenar sighed. "If I were any other member, how I would commend you, Mr. Ermine! Can we hire a car for ourselves, then, somewhere nearby?" "Going out to see the engineers?" Ermine asked. "Who would have thought they'd have something valuable for sale?" "I want to show them something," Sollenar said. "What thing, Mr. Sollenar?" They turned the corner of a corridor, with branching hallways here and there, not all of them busy. "Come here," Sollenar said, nodding toward one of them. They stopped out of sight of the lobby and the main corridor. "Come on," Sollenar said. "A little further." "No," Ermine said. "This is farther than I really wish. It's dark here." "Wise too late, Mr. Ermine," Sollenar said, his arms flashing out.