We wove around people and moved to Kettering's kitchen. It was nice to be with her again, and I could tell she thought so too. And I owed it to myself, my career, and to Myron to stay with her just a bit longer. The fact that I couldn't see any scars didn't prove there weren't any. I would try to get a chance for a more thorough check. The sense of touch versus the sense of sight. "You people did a wonderful job in 'Mars Hazard,'" I said. "I suppose the party is kind of in your honor." Then I noticed something, and ran my eyes over the crowd to check. "It looks like Renn only invited the actors from the Mars part of the film!" "It isn't really a party for the whole cast. Some of us happen to be staying out here." That sounded almost as fishy as the I-like-Mars-bit. "Renn afraid somebody'll get some secrets?" I smiled. "Could be," she said, with that hazardous shrug. "You weren't going to ask me for any, were you?" "As a matter of fact I wasn't," I said with disarming frankness. "But I will now. Just how did he make those terrific shots?" Arden just smiled. It wasn't an answer, but the smile was a nice one. "How about those drinks?" We decided to go outside with our drinks, to look at the stars, and maybe she could show me the one she'd been to. But Mars wasn't out that night. At least we didn't see it. Maybe because we didn't look too hard. After awhile we went back into the living room, and I had learned something, at least. There weren't any scars on her. I strolled us over to the group around Kettering. Little Dick Lutz, the critic, was peppering questions at him, and Kettering was loving it. "I may never make another," he was saying. "Would you ask Shakespeare to write two Hamlets?" "Then why so quiet about your technique? If you don't want to use it, let the rest of the boys in." "That's my secret too," Renn Kettering answered smugly, sipping his drink. "Look, R. K.," popped Lutz, who was getting nettled, "I hear the secret is out already. People talk." Kettering laughed. "The secret isn't out--I know it isn't. Like to know how I know?" "Okay, so how do you know?" "That's my secret, too." I thought that Lutz would choke to death. "You used Martians," he said with conviction. "Disguised." * * * * * Renn donned a look of pain. "That theory is shabby, shabby as the robot rumor. Do you really believe Martians could be disguised that well? And if they could, do you think they'd want to throw their lives away?" "What do I know about Martians?" Lutz spluttered, but he was beat. It was a shame. There for a minute I thought he'd come up with something. I was just about where I'd been when I'd arrived at the party--except perhaps with Arden, which wasn't exactly what Myron sent me for. I hung around near Kettering but he didn't say anything revealing, and finally it was time to go. Arden and I had been occupied in the kitchen, and I was the last guest.