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If you are not located in the United States, you -will have to check the laws of the country where you are located before -using this eBook. - -Title: Cargo To Callisto - -Author: Jay B. Drexel - -Release Date: February 25, 2021 [eBook #64632] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: UTF-8 - -Produced by: Greg Weeks, Mary Meehan and the Online Distributed - Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net - -*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK CARGO TO CALLISTO *** - - - - - Cargo to Callisto - - By JAY B. DREXEL - - Four _Aarnian_ criminals--vicious and - deadly--fled silently into the Martian night; - and grimly the Patrol threw out an airtight - dragnet. Nothing human could have escaped ... - but what's human about an _Aarnian_? - - [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from - Planet Stories November 1950. - Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that - the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] - - -Sarah emerged from the surface of the Great Canal as sleek and brown -as a seal. Laughing and sputtering, she jerked her head once over each -round shoulder, parting her soaked hair and revealing her face. - -"Try that once again!" she flung at Joe. - -Joe Caradac ducked her again, and Kent shouted something from the bank -that wasn't quite audible over the squeals and splashes. - -"What?" Joe held his wife's head firmly between his knees. "What'd you -say, Kent?" - -His Senior Intendant's grin widened as he cupped his hands over it to -shout again: - -"I said--you'll drown the poor thing!" - -Joe grunted as Sarah cold-bloodedly located a nerve-center in his -thigh and bit it. "Not this thing--" he released her and she bobbed up -swearing in sand-coast Martian--"they had to rope it out of a canal to -teach it to walk!" - -He narrowed his grey eyes humorously and poised for the attack, but -Sarah had conceded and was swimming toward the bank. The setting sun -struck a series of glowing V's in her wake. Joe rubbed his tingling leg -and followed. They reached the green slope at the same time and big -Kent handed them up with ease. - -"Ray's watching the franks," he said, "and I've been watching Ray and -I think we'd better get up there or he won't be able to hold off much -longer. His inner man is showing through." - - * * * * * - -The pianist's dark, saturnine face peered at them over the fire as they -came up and he rose, wiping his hands carelessly on his sport tunic. -He had evidently gone into the canal-skimmer and changed out of his -bathing suit. - -"How do," he greeted dourly; "the damned thing itched so I took it off." - -[illus2] - -Joe gave himself a last swipe with the towel and tossed it through -the open hatch of the skimmer. Sarah carried her towel into the boat -and came out presently in a suede skirt and bolero, looking rubbed -down and delectable. Joe's wife was half Martian, and it showed in her -long, slender eyebrows and delicately cleft nose and chin. She looked -worriedly at the three men busy with the frankfurters. - -"There's something on the telaudio," she said. "Come in and listen." - -"What is it?" Joe asked. - -"Something about somebody escaping from Mars Detain." - -Ray's humming stopped. He'd been practicing wrist octaves on a flat -rock and his long hand hung motionless for a moment as if he were -reaching for something. Kent set his frank across the top of his coffee -cup--he was always careful about everything--and stood up. - -Joe looked at his wife, looked at her eyes. They were frightened. - -"That's pretty near here, isn't it?" Sarah said. She moved back to let -the three men into the boat. They grouped around the telaudio. - -"I don't think there's anything to worry about," Kent said slowly. -"They're bound to catch the men--" - -"They aren't men." - -The four listened. - -"--ruthless _Aarnians_. This warning cannot be taken too seriously. -Detain is doing everything in its power to recapture the four criminals -but, as is known, the _Aarnian_ psyche is able to leave its body at -will and inhabit the body of another entity, subjugating the mind of -its host and contro--" - -"My God," Ray whispered, "I've heard of those devils!" - -"--in all likelihood will seek to escape from Mars. To prevent this, -all persons now holding tickets for interworld travel must submit to -being psycho-screened before entering liners. No more tickets will be -sold--" - -Sarah's eyes were wide and round. "They'd have to leave their bodies -behind--here on Mars!" - -Big Kent--because he was one of the Caradacs' oldest friends and could -do such things--put his arm around her shoulders and squeezed. She was -shivering. - -"--tenant Smith of Detain informs us that the _Aarnians_ are unable to -pronounce certain consonantal diphthongs such as jee and jay--even if -occupying bodies that can normally pronounce such sounds. This is very -important, as it may be an only possible means of identification, for -the _Aarnians_ will undoubtedly seek new bod--" - -Sarah switched off the telaudio, her brown face openly sick. She bit -her lip and looked at each of the three men surrounding her. - -"That gives me the shivers," she said. "Let's go home." - -After that they didn't talk much. Under the red twilight, they packed -up the pots and pans, leaving the unwanted food for the night-crawling -_nolls_. They spent a lot of time looking over their shoulders as they -did this, although each tried to conceal it from the others. At last -the skimmer moved silently away from the bank and pointed its nose at -the distant haze that was Ofei, By the Great Canal. - - * * * * * - -At precisely seven o'clock the telaudio on the headboard of Joe's -bed turned itself on. Sounds pricked the balloon of his disturbed -slumber, tugged his mind out to wakefulness. He rolled over and sat up, -listening, rubbing his lanky legs. - -Instead of the usual symphonic music, he heard an urgent voice, -obviously ad-libbing: - -"--be very, _very_ careful. The criminals--the _Aarnians_--have still -not been found. All residents of Ofei and vicinity are warned--this -warning cannot be overemphasized--" - -Joe reached out and clicked on the screen. The announcer's tunic was -wrinkled, his sash was awry. He looked as if he'd been up all night. - -"--are advised to stay within the city limi--" - -Joe snapped off the telaudio and glanced over at Sarah's bed. She was -snoring delicately, one smooth arm pillowing her mass of blue-black -hair. Better that she doesn't hear any more about that business, he -decided firmly. - -Joe liked the simple life. No servants, no flunkies, although he could -have afforded a dozen. Five sunshiny rooms on the Great Canal, with a -nice view of Mars Memorial Park on the bank opposite. He robed himself -against the early morning chill and headed for the kitchen. His head -ached faintly and, to judge by what little he could remember of it, -he'd had a dilly of a nightmare. Something about ... being chased, or -something? Or smothered by a.... - -Even as he stopped in his tracks to try to pin it down, the memory -broke, dissolved as if in flight. Frowning, he pushed through the -kitchen door and crossed to the deep-freeze, slid it open and rummaged -in it. - -The nightmare wasn't important surely, but he mulled it over with -interest as he prepared breakfast, for Joe, being rather well adjusted, -dreamed rarely, and then mostly about Iowa, back on Earth ... a -long-ago picture of a twelve-year-old boy, his first day in college; -the boy sitting under his shining Projector, surrounded by a group -of thunderstruck Psychologists; the quick death of their initial -skepticism, and in its place a growing wonder as it became evident -that, although a History spool was whirling in the scanner and the -thought-helmet functioning to perfection, the boy's mind was receiving -neither spoken text nor images.... - -"You don't feel anything?" a Psychologist asked skeptically. - -Joe closed his eyes. There was a low, unmusical humming in his ears and -that was all. He tried to shake his head and couldn't, so he said: "No, -I don't." - -"When was the World Federation formed?" - -"I don't know." - -"Are you lying?" - -"No." - -One of the other Psychologists standing nearby looked up from the -little box he held in his hand and said that Joe wasn't lying. - -The first Psychologist raised his eyebrows. "We'll try another -Projector." - -While Technicians dismantled Joe's Projector and examined it for shorts -or haywire, the Psychologists had Joe sit down under all the other -Projectors in 1stY-Cubicle 149. Then they tried 148 and 150. - -"It's some kind of block," the first Psychologist said finally, looking -profound to cover up his tizzy. "There's some kind of barrier in his -mind." - -Joe Caradac clenched his fists. "That's not true--I want to learn!" - -"Then you probably will, boy--" the Psychologist sat down to fill in -some forms--"but you'll have to go back three hundred years to do it. -You'll have to learn from books!" - -There the dream would simply end, for no fantasy of wish-fulfillment -could have exceeded in satisfaction Joe's actual conquest of this -problem. At eighteen he wore thick glasses--he preferred them to -contacts or artificial irises. At twenty he took tests contrived -especially for him by the members of Central Education assigned to his -case. He was awarded equivalence degrees in Business Administration, -Metatomics and Interplanetary Law. His marks were the highest of the -year and Joe Caradac's name was briefly in the newsphones. - -He started with the New Chicago offices of Mars Imports and Exports -as a mercury. After six weeks of flying back and forth with memos he -traded his anti-gravs for a desk. - -And on June 32, 2401, the newly appointed Regional Buyer for M. I. and -E. got married and was flown to Mars by a chartered spacer to take -command of the regional office at Ofei, By the Great Canal.... - - * * * * * - -He was putting the finishing touches on breakfast when he heard a groan -and the sound of a stretch from the bedroom. When he turned around, -Sarah was standing in the doorway. - -Joe's sandy eyebrows went up. His wife was certainly not a modest -woman, but considering even that, this morning was an agreeable -surprise. Her eyes were still dull--he guessed that she'd worried about -those whatyoucallits after going to bed--but she was smiling broadly. -Joe began to have visions of missing work for half a day. He smiled -back at her and she laughed a little. - -"_Hohn, Uarnl!_" she said. - -Joe was thrusting halved oranges into the juicer. He turned off the -machine and grinned. - -"You'll have to talk plainer than that, little monkey," he said. He -held out a glass of juice. "Drink this--it'll wake you--up--" The last -word faded into an astonished silence. - -Then Joe said, "Hey--come back!" He set down the glass and went into -the bedroom. - -She was lying on her bed, her face hidden. Joe dropped onto the edge of -the bed and put a tentative hand on her back. - -"Hey now," he said softly, "if that's the way you feel about it I'll -juice up some grapefruit." He moved his hand down and spanked lightly. -"Hein?" - -She didn't look up. She had turned her head and was looking at the -corner of the room by Joe's bed. - -"I do not feel well. Go away." - -Joe's face was immediately concerned. He bent over her, reached for a -wrist. "What's the matter, Sarah? Can I get you anything?" The wrist -hung limply in his hand. - -"No. Go away." - -Joe straightened up and drew his eyebrows together in thought. Sarah -was usually tearful and pretty much of a leech when she wasn't feeling -well. Excessive commiserations and breakfast in bed were the rule at -such times. - -"Do you want me to get Doc Halprin?" - -The blue-black head shook from side to side. - -"So what am I supposed to do, monkey? I hate to leave you this way." - -"Go away." - -"But can't I--" - -"Go away, damn you!" - -Joe stood up abruptly. He clenched his fists and looked at his wife's -still form and gradually the anger dulled and left him. He had no -right to be angry. Everybody got tempermental once in a while. - -But this was the first time she had ever cursed him. - -"O.K.," he said softly. "I'll see you tonight." - - * * * * * - -The regional offices of Mars Imports and Exports sat upon a hill at -the end--or the beginning--of Ila Boulevard, depending upon which -way you were going. It was twenty-five-hundred feet of silver and -native marble, and covered four city blocks, and Joe Caradac was top -man--literally--since his office and personal staff took up the whole -two-hundred and fifty-first floor. - -His morning mail--about twelve letters weeded out of the daily -thousands--was gotten out of the way with skill and dispatch. Grinning, -he propped his feet on the low, curving window sill and said: "Miss -Kal--take an audiogram." - -Miss Kal used two of her arms to adjust pad and stylus, looking up -expectantly. Her other arms were busy transcribing a previously -dictated letter into Venusian--her native tongue, although she spoke -sixty-eight--and tugging at a humidified legging that had somehow -worked down almost to the floor. - -"My dearest, darling monkey--" Joe began. Miss Kal looked up again in -amazement. Joe grinned at her and said, "It's to my wife." - -Miss Kal nodded wisely and began to write. - -"--I am sending this from my dark and dismal office," Joe went on. It -was a habit they had when anything went wrong at breakfast. Joe had -first proposed by audiogram. - -He casually watched a skimmer that was in danger of creating a honey of -a traffic jam down below. Didn't that schlemiel know his left from his -right? - -"--Where was I? Oh, yes--my dark and dismal office." Joe scratched a -cigarette alight, blew a happy smoke ring. "I hope that you are feeling -much, _much_ better and that you will take luncheon with me in the -Pluto Room of the you-know-what Hotel--" His mind went back to those -honeymoon days and he lost track of his dictation again. Another smoke -ring, a somewhat more thoughtful one. - -"You-know-what Hotel--" said Miss Kal phlegmatically. - -"Yes--ah--just end it 'at one fifteen sharp, your everloving Joe.'" - -There was a knock on the door and Miss Kal set down her pad and stylus -and started to get up. Joe was on his feet and around the desk in a -second. - -"Stay right where you are," he smiled; "I need the exercise." - -Miss Kal smiled also and settled back into her specially built chair -with its temperature and humidity controls. A present from Mr. Caradac. -He was such a nice being to work for. - -Joe opened the door, and said, "Oh, hullo, Kent. Since when are you -knocking?" - -Big Kent nodded formally to Miss Kal and winked at Joe. He said, "Yoe, -there's something I'd like to talk over with you in private." - -With a sigh, Miss Kal rose again and made her way through the other -door into her little office. The door closed behind her. - -Kent let out a long breath. He smiled at Joe and the smile turned into -a laugh that had an odd sound of triumph. - -"_Hohn, Uarnl_," he said, and laughed again. "_Ut sinna d'yonlwar?_" - -Joe sat down behind his desk and looked at the big man. Hone you-arnel. -Wasn't that what Sarah had said--or something very much like it? He -shook his head. - -"You wanted to talk to me about something, Kent? What are you and Sarah -cooking up with this gibberish?" - -The brilliant Martian sunlight--not as dim as had been anticipated in -the days before space travel--came through the ceiling-high windows, -struck little lights here and there from the bouquet of Venusian -Glass-moss that Miss Kal tended so carefully. It slanted across Kent's -big face as he looked at Joe for a long moment, giving his left eye a -pale, shallow lustre and throwing the shadow of his jutting nose down -over his mouth. He opened and closed his hands, and said: - -"Nothing. It'll wait, I guess." His gaze wandered over the room and -settled on a corner that was empty save for a throw rug--a relic of -Caradac's Iowa past. Kent's mouth tightened into a thin line. He stared -at the corner. - -"It'll wait--for a while," he said stiffly and opened the door and went -into the outer office. Bone-faced, he walked toward the transveyor belt. - -"Mr. Kent--Mr. Kent!" The big man's Mercurian secretary rose out of a -chair near the door, his voice quacking from the speaker set into his -fishbowl helmet. - -"Yes?" - -"They tolt me that you hat gone to Mr. Caradac's office, sir. I've been -trying to finte you all morning, sir. A laty, sir, on the visiphone. -She has callt many times--many times--" - -"Thank you," Kent said tonelessly. "I know who it is." - - * * * * * - -Joe Caradac stared in astonishment at the door. First Sarah--now Kent. -This seemed to be the day for everybody to blast in orbits ... well, -hell ... he shrugged his shoulders and called Miss Kal back out of her -office. She dropped into her chair with a sigh and they picked up the -day's business from where it had fallen. - -San-Vika of Saturn Enterprises was threatening all kinds of things if -he didn't receive his shipment of ato-rotors on the very next flight. -Joe didn't waste much time with that. One of the many things that made -him a top executive was that he knew how to deal with phonies. He told -San-Vika--via spacephone--that he could go stick his heads in a waste -eliminator and push the button, and that if he wanted to get nasty, M. -I. and E. had an army of lawyers hanging around just itching to get -their teeth into last year's insurance double-deal. - -"We let everybody get away with it--once!" Joe told him and cut the -suddenly fawning image off the screen. M. I. and E.'s investigators, he -thought absently, could certainly give the Sol Secret Service a run for -their credits. Now that he had tactfully gotten San-Vika straightened -out, he might as well release those ato-rotors to be shipped. - -At twelve fifteen an audiogram came from Sarah. _I don't feel well -enough to come. Love, S._ Well, at least it was an improvement in tone. - -At one o'clock, Miss Kal went into her office to open the mysterious -little package of lunch that she brought with her every day. Joe -stretched out his legs on the window sill and looked at the traffic jam -below. That driver had really done a fine job. There were three Patrol -skimmers circling the mess, darting to and fro like angry wasps. - -He didn't feel much like eating. Breakfast and supper were his big -meals--the habit was a long-standing one. However, he thought, this -morning's breakfast hadn't been much to rave about. Orange juice, some -burned Pohl, some undercooked sand-hoppers. - -He switched on the inter-office visiphone. - -"I would save you the trouble," he said, when Miss Kal's face appeared, -"but they built this place so that all of my inside calls have to be -routed through your selective tentacles." - -"The usual, Mr. Caradac?" - -"The usual." - -Joe was rather proud of the fact that everything in his division of -M. I. and E. worked smoothly and efficiently--even the kitchens. In a -little less than forty seconds a portion of his desk folded back and -the "usual" appeared on an elevator tray. A pot of light coffee and -some doughnuts with powdered brown sugar. - -Joe dunked the solid portion of his lunch and considered the morning's -peculiar happenings. Apparently unrelated incidents that were related -in part always intrigued him. There was usually a logical reason -for parallels. The trick, he thought, was to concentrate not on the -"coincidences" themselves but to examine the circumstances under which -they occurred. - -Sarah's illness--Kent's queer behavior. Not obviously connected. -Separately neurotic. Yet what was it Kent had said that had reminded -him of Sarah's strange greeting? - -Hone you-arnel? - -The two had played practical jokes on him before. He grinned. This was -probably one of their special five-day jobs, designed to make him into -a shattered wreck by Friday so Sarah could duck him on Saturday and get -by with it. - -Joe repeated the syllables aloud, trying to make some sense out of them: - -"Hone you-arnel." - - * * * * * - -Instantly he was on his feet fighting, his lips raving silently. His -big chair tipped back and fell over to the floor. - -A furious, icily cold intrusion was being made upon his mind. He stood -with feet planted on either side of the overturned chair and threw the -force off but it came back again and again. The office was suddenly -oppressive and stifling, and the objects about him were small and -crystal clear, as if seen through the wrong end of a hand galaxiscope. -The churning, utterly loathsome invasion surged up like a wave roaring -against a reef--and fell back and away in horrible desperation. - -From a million miles away he heard--or felt--a voice. It said: -"_Uarnl--yes, Uarnl!_" and it said other things, raging things, that -Joe could not understand. - -Then it was gone. As suddenly as it had come. The office regained its -normal perspective. The bright sunlight, reflected now from the tall -buildings across the Great Canal, erased the ragged, black hole out of -his consciousness. - -Painfully he righted the chair and sank into it. His lungs felt pressed -in and stale, like the inside of a folded blanket. He took a deep -breath, shoved his wet palms hard at the top of the desk. - -_Uarnl._ The nightmare. - -It came back to him as dreams rarely do: down to its last beastly -detail. A dream of fear and peril--a running dream--and not a dream, -after all. _Uarnl._ He looked at the corner of the room, at the -colorful throw rug. It lay there under the sun, brighter than it had -been, as if a pane of glass had been lifted from it. - -After a while he got up and went to the door of Miss Kal's office. She -looked up vaguely, concealing a small, resigned lizard under her jacket. - -"Miss Kal," Joe said blindly, "do you have my morning papers?" - -He took the facsimiles back to his desk, walking slowly, afraid to -get there and sit down and open them. The nightmare; the first aborted -attempt. Sarah and Kent--approaching him separately--yet similarly. -Allies. Each had been confident that during the night _Uarnl_--had-- - -There was nothing else on the front sheets but the names _Ih_, _Lof_, -_Dir_, and _Uarnl_ and the story of their possessors' escape from Mars -Detain. A power breakdown had weakened the energy barrier that kept -their elusive minds, and hence their bodies, in confinement. By the -time armed replacements could be sent to the _Aarnians'_ isolated cell -the beings had vanished. The guards had been strangled. Energy barriers -had been set up at all space and canal ports. Other barriers had been -formed into a hundred mile noose that was being carefully drawn in -toward Detain. - -Joe folded the last paper over the cruel three-eyed faces that seemed -to mock him. He fumbled at the visiphone. Miss Kal was wiping her lips -cheerfully. - -"Miss Kal," Joe said, "get me Mr. Reader in Shipping." He leaned his -elbows wearily on the desk and waited until Reader's puritanical face -appeared on the screen. - -"Yeah, boss?" - -"Reader, has anyone consigned four large crates to go off-world -tomorrow night?" - -"Yeah," Reader replied promptly; "Mr. Kent. B-type mobile spacesuits. -Had me alter the manifest this morn--" - -"Do you have the crates down there?" - -"Uh-uh. Mr. Kent said he'd skim them in sometime tomorrow. He was -coming up to get the switch O.K.'d by you. Why? Anything wrong?" - -Joe opened the center drawer of his desk. - -"No. Nothing's wrong. Listen carefully, Reader. I'm going to take care -of those crates myself. If I'm--not in my office tomorrow you are _not_ -to load them on-ship! No matter what Mr. Ke--_anyone_ says or does! If -the crates come in refrigerate them and call the Patrol and send the -name of the addressee to Detain immediately!" - -Reader came as near as he ever had to looking surprised. Nothing -wrong? His right eyebrow shot up several millimeters. Joe added, "Keep -this in your cheek and there'll be double credits for you pay-day." - -Reader nodded. "Yeah, boss. Don't I always?" - -Joe took his atom pistol out of the drawer, handling it with unfamiliar -fingers. It had been a long time since those target shooting days in -Iowa. He checked the gun quickly, reloaded it with fresh pellets. - -He had left the visiphone on, and when Reader had broken his -connection, the interior of Miss Kal's office and the surprised face of -that eavesdropper had automatically returned. She stared at the atom -pistol. - -"Miss Kal," Joe said softly. "Get me a canal-cab." - - * * * * * - -The bodies were lying in a row beneath an overhanging ledge of -sandstone. They had burrowed deep into a miniature jungle of thick -leaved canal weeds, and it had taken him a long time to find them. The -gleam of four shiny new B-type spacesuits, less carefully concealed, -had finally ended the search. Kent and Ray had been busy this morning. - -Standing where he was, Joe could look down the green and red dotted -slope and see the ashes of the picnic fire, the scatterings of food -that the night-crawling _nolls_ had found unpalatable. And, blown by -Mars' occasional winds--or taken by alien hands--to a spot only a few -feet from where it had been thrown away, was the scrap of paper with -his letterhead on it. The paper that he and Kent had marked up during -their discussion of tomorrow night's flight to _Aarn_, Callisto. - -_If they didn't actually hear us talking_, Joe thought, _it was that -paper that started the whole thing._ - -He said loudly: "Are you here, _Uarnl_? You thought it was perfect, -didn't you? You thought you could repossess your bodies as the liner -went off-world. Well, look at this!" - -With executival thoroughness, he blasted the four bodies into cinders. - - * * * * * - -Sarah came out of the kitchen as Joe opened the canal door and let -himself in. He turned and paid the cabby and the skimmer moved off. - -"Hello, darling," she said, and tugged at his arm. "I've got a swell -supper fixed!" - -Joe smiled at her as he shrugged out of his tunic. He flung it casually -over her favorite potted _Zinhaeat_. She didn't grab it off. _I should -have been a detective_, he thought. He followed her into the kitchen. - -"Anything interesting happen today?" Sarah began to arrange the table, -moving things here and there fussily. She looked at Joe from the corner -of her eye. "That's about how you like it, isn't it?" she asked. - -Joe said, "That's fine." He ground out his cigarette on a clean plate. -Sarah would have taken his head off if he had ever done that. - -"No," he went on, "nothing happened. Same old stuff." - -They sat down to eat. Joe tasted his soup. It was rotten. He wondered -if they cooked like that all over Callisto, or only in _Aarn_. - -"Is it all right, darling?" Sarah was looking at him brightly, her -fingers twined under her chin with the left pinkie extended, her head -cocked to one side. It was all so cute that it made Joe sick. He -decided that if the showdown were put off much longer he'd never be -able to stand the sight of her again. - -"You haven't called me 'darling' since our days of stardust and -chivalry," he said. "Call me Joe." - -"What?" - -"I said--call--me--Joe." - -Sarah pushed her plate away. Her brown eyes were muddy. - -"I wasn't hungry anyway," she said coldly. - -Big Kent and Ray came through the door that led into the living room. -Kent leaned against the wall and folded his massive arms. He grinned -mockingly at Joe. "We never give up," he said. Ray stared nervously and -wet his lips. - -Joe shoved back his chair inch by inch. - -"_Uarnl's_ dead," he said. "He blundered things in my office and got -scared and tried to get off-world in a passenger. The Patrol blasted -him." - -Sarah rose calmly and looked at Ray and Kent. Their faces were stony. -She said: "_Lof--Dir_--I think the four of us together can break down -his resistance to Occupancy." Her eyes traveled to an empty corner of -the kitchen. "Are you ready, _Uarnl_?" - -She faced Joe again, a sly smile on her lips. - -"_Uarnl_ wasn't killed, Yoe--atomics don't kill us. The passenyer was." - -Joe wasn't surprised when she floated away from the chair and toward -him, her slippers hardly seeming to touch the floor. He'd been -expecting to be attacked. - -But what almost broke him into little pieces was her third eye--the -one that blinked open in the middle of her forehead, brushing aside a -brittle shell of skin and glaring at him with its wide, unhuman hunger. -Then, for one terrible second, his brain felt packed in ice; the room -was grotesque, filled with alien contrivances. The only sensible thing -in it was _Ih's_ warm, familiar third eye. - -With all his melting strength, Joe thought, "_I destroyed the bodies!_" -and the whole scene dangled unmoving before him, the weird, distant -setting for the climax of a play, as he heard his own voice in a -wrenching groan: - -"Our bodies--destroyed!" - -Appalling misery and hatred for _himself_ rocked Joe's brain. Then -_Uarnl_ recoiled, as the _Aarnians'_ rapport was broken. - -Joe cried chokingly, "Lieutenant--Lieutenant Smith!" - -The canal door burst open and Lieutenant Smith of Mars Detain, who -had been hugging the narrow metal landing ledge, came in like the -proverbial tornado. What he'd heard had more than convinced him. The -deadly little sphere in his hands started to make sharp spitting sounds. - -Sarah and Kent and Ray and the invisible _Uarnl_ screamed. All -together, in a dissonance of agony and fear and death. - -[Illustration: They screamed, in a dissonance of agony and fear and -death....] - - * * * * * - -Then, three of them stood loosely, in puzzled silence. - -Big Kent brushed a hand across his eyes. "Ray," he muttered, "what in -hell were you yelling about?" - -Ray looked at him and sank into the nearest chair. - -"Yelling?" he said bewilderedly. His fingers began to unconsciously -perform on the chair arm. "I don't know. Was I yelling?" - -Sarah was in Joe's arms, her blue-black hair sending its aching -fragrance into his nostrils. "Joe," she whispered, "Joe, what happened?" - -He tipped back her head, ran a finger over her smooth, brown forehead. -Hypnosis--to paralyze and freeze him, to weaken him. He drew her face -against his shoulder again. - -What _had_ happened? What would those Psychologists back in Iowa say -if this story ever reached their ears? _The barrier?--the "some sort -of block" in my mind, my freakish mind, that keeps out Projectors--and -Aarnians?_ - -"Kent," he said, "fix us all some drinks. Lieutenant Smith's got a -story to tell us--about that picnic." - -*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK CARGO TO CALLISTO *** - -Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions will -be renamed. - -Creating the works from print editions not protected by U.S. copyright -law means that no one owns a United States copyright in these works, -so the Foundation (and you!) can copy and distribute it in the -United States without permission and without paying copyright -royalties. Special rules, set forth in the General Terms of Use part -of this license, apply to copying and distributing Project -Gutenberg-tm electronic works to protect the PROJECT GUTENBERG-tm -concept and trademark. 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Nothing human could have escaped ...<br /> -but what's human about an <i>Aarnian</i>?</p> - -<p>[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from<br /> -Planet Stories November 1950.<br /> -Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that<br /> -the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]</p> - -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p>Sarah emerged from the surface of the Great Canal as sleek and brown -as a seal. Laughing and sputtering, she jerked her head once over each -round shoulder, parting her soaked hair and revealing her face.</p> - -<p>"Try that once again!" she flung at Joe.</p> - -<p>Joe Caradac ducked her again, and Kent shouted something from the bank -that wasn't quite audible over the squeals and splashes.</p> - -<p>"What?" Joe held his wife's head firmly between his knees. "What'd you -say, Kent?"</p> - -<p>His Senior Intendant's grin widened as he cupped his hands over it to -shout again:</p> - -<p>"I said—you'll drown the poor thing!"</p> - -<p>Joe grunted as Sarah cold-bloodedly located a nerve-center in his -thigh and bit it. "Not this thing—" he released her and she bobbed up -swearing in sand-coast Martian—"they had to rope it out of a canal to -teach it to walk!"</p> - -<p>He narrowed his grey eyes humorously and poised for the attack, but -Sarah had conceded and was swimming toward the bank. The setting sun -struck a series of glowing V's in her wake. Joe rubbed his tingling leg -and followed. They reached the green slope at the same time and big -Kent handed them up with ease.</p> - -<p>"Ray's watching the franks," he said, "and I've been watching Ray and -I think we'd better get up there or he won't be able to hold off much -longer. His inner man is showing through."</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p>The pianist's dark, saturnine face peered at them over the fire as they -came up and he rose, wiping his hands carelessly on his sport tunic. -He had evidently gone into the canal-skimmer and changed out of his -bathing suit.</p> - -<p>"How do," he greeted dourly; "the damned thing itched so I took it off."</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<div class="figcenter"> - <img src="images/illus2.jpg" alt=""/> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p>Joe gave himself a last swipe with the towel and tossed it through -the open hatch of the skimmer. Sarah carried her towel into the boat -and came out presently in a suede skirt and bolero, looking rubbed -down and delectable. Joe's wife was half Martian, and it showed in her -long, slender eyebrows and delicately cleft nose and chin. She looked -worriedly at the three men busy with the frankfurters.</p> - -<p>"There's something on the telaudio," she said. "Come in and listen."</p> - -<p>"What is it?" Joe asked.</p> - -<p>"Something about somebody escaping from Mars Detain."</p> - -<p>Ray's humming stopped. He'd been practicing wrist octaves on a flat -rock and his long hand hung motionless for a moment as if he were -reaching for something. Kent set his frank across the top of his coffee -cup—he was always careful about everything—and stood up.</p> - -<p>Joe looked at his wife, looked at her eyes. They were frightened.</p> - -<p>"That's pretty near here, isn't it?" Sarah said. She moved back to let -the three men into the boat. They grouped around the telaudio.</p> - -<p>"I don't think there's anything to worry about," Kent said slowly. -"They're bound to catch the men—"</p> - -<p>"They aren't men."</p> - -<p>The four listened.</p> - -<p>"—ruthless <i>Aarnians</i>. This warning cannot be taken too seriously. -Detain is doing everything in its power to recapture the four criminals -but, as is known, the <i>Aarnian</i> psyche is able to leave its body at -will and inhabit the body of another entity, subjugating the mind of -its host and contro—"</p> - -<p>"My God," Ray whispered, "I've heard of those devils!"</p> - -<p>"—in all likelihood will seek to escape from Mars. To prevent this, -all persons now holding tickets for interworld travel must submit to -being psycho-screened before entering liners. No more tickets will be -sold—"</p> - -<p>Sarah's eyes were wide and round. "They'd have to leave their bodies -behind—here on Mars!"</p> - -<p>Big Kent—because he was one of the Caradacs' oldest friends and could -do such things—put his arm around her shoulders and squeezed. She was -shivering.</p> - -<p>"—tenant Smith of Detain informs us that the <i>Aarnians</i> are unable to -pronounce certain consonantal diphthongs such as jee and jay—even if -occupying bodies that can normally pronounce such sounds. This is very -important, as it may be an only possible means of identification, for -the <i>Aarnians</i> will undoubtedly seek new bod—"</p> - -<p>Sarah switched off the telaudio, her brown face openly sick. She bit -her lip and looked at each of the three men surrounding her.</p> - -<p>"That gives me the shivers," she said. "Let's go home."</p> - -<p>After that they didn't talk much. Under the red twilight, they packed -up the pots and pans, leaving the unwanted food for the night-crawling -<i>nolls</i>. They spent a lot of time looking over their shoulders as they -did this, although each tried to conceal it from the others. At last -the skimmer moved silently away from the bank and pointed its nose at -the distant haze that was Ofei, By the Great Canal.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p>At precisely seven o'clock the telaudio on the headboard of Joe's -bed turned itself on. Sounds pricked the balloon of his disturbed -slumber, tugged his mind out to wakefulness. He rolled over and sat up, -listening, rubbing his lanky legs.</p> - -<p>Instead of the usual symphonic music, he heard an urgent voice, -obviously ad-libbing:</p> - -<p>"—be very, <i>very</i> careful. The criminals—the <i>Aarnians</i>—have still -not been found. All residents of Ofei and vicinity are warned—this -warning cannot be overemphasized—"</p> - -<p>Joe reached out and clicked on the screen. The announcer's tunic was -wrinkled, his sash was awry. He looked as if he'd been up all night.</p> - -<p>"—are advised to stay within the city limi—"</p> - -<p>Joe snapped off the telaudio and glanced over at Sarah's bed. She was -snoring delicately, one smooth arm pillowing her mass of blue-black -hair. Better that she doesn't hear any more about that business, he -decided firmly.</p> - -<p>Joe liked the simple life. No servants, no flunkies, although he could -have afforded a dozen. Five sunshiny rooms on the Great Canal, with a -nice view of Mars Memorial Park on the bank opposite. He robed himself -against the early morning chill and headed for the kitchen. His head -ached faintly and, to judge by what little he could remember of it, -he'd had a dilly of a nightmare. Something about ... being chased, or -something? Or smothered by a....</p> - -<p>Even as he stopped in his tracks to try to pin it down, the memory -broke, dissolved as if in flight. Frowning, he pushed through the -kitchen door and crossed to the deep-freeze, slid it open and rummaged -in it.</p> - -<p>The nightmare wasn't important surely, but he mulled it over with -interest as he prepared breakfast, for Joe, being rather well adjusted, -dreamed rarely, and then mostly about Iowa, back on Earth ... a -long-ago picture of a twelve-year-old boy, his first day in college; -the boy sitting under his shining Projector, surrounded by a group -of thunderstruck Psychologists; the quick death of their initial -skepticism, and in its place a growing wonder as it became evident -that, although a History spool was whirling in the scanner and the -thought-helmet functioning to perfection, the boy's mind was receiving -neither spoken text nor images....</p> - -<p>"You don't feel anything?" a Psychologist asked skeptically.</p> - -<p>Joe closed his eyes. There was a low, unmusical humming in his ears and -that was all. He tried to shake his head and couldn't, so he said: "No, -I don't."</p> - -<p>"When was the World Federation formed?"</p> - -<p>"I don't know."</p> - -<p>"Are you lying?"</p> - -<p>"No."</p> - -<p>One of the other Psychologists standing nearby looked up from the -little box he held in his hand and said that Joe wasn't lying.</p> - -<p>The first Psychologist raised his eyebrows. "We'll try another -Projector."</p> - -<p>While Technicians dismantled Joe's Projector and examined it for shorts -or haywire, the Psychologists had Joe sit down under all the other -Projectors in 1stY-Cubicle 149. Then they tried 148 and 150.</p> - -<p>"It's some kind of block," the first Psychologist said finally, looking -profound to cover up his tizzy. "There's some kind of barrier in his -mind."</p> - -<p>Joe Caradac clenched his fists. "That's not true—I want to learn!"</p> - -<p>"Then you probably will, boy—" the Psychologist sat down to fill in -some forms—"but you'll have to go back three hundred years to do it. -You'll have to learn from books!"</p> - -<p>There the dream would simply end, for no fantasy of wish-fulfillment -could have exceeded in satisfaction Joe's actual conquest of this -problem. At eighteen he wore thick glasses—he preferred them to -contacts or artificial irises. At twenty he took tests contrived -especially for him by the members of Central Education assigned to his -case. He was awarded equivalence degrees in Business Administration, -Metatomics and Interplanetary Law. His marks were the highest of the -year and Joe Caradac's name was briefly in the newsphones.</p> - -<p>He started with the New Chicago offices of Mars Imports and Exports -as a mercury. After six weeks of flying back and forth with memos he -traded his anti-gravs for a desk.</p> - -<p>And on June 32, 2401, the newly appointed Regional Buyer for M. I. and -E. got married and was flown to Mars by a chartered spacer to take -command of the regional office at Ofei, By the Great Canal....</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p>He was putting the finishing touches on breakfast when he heard a groan -and the sound of a stretch from the bedroom. When he turned around, -Sarah was standing in the doorway.</p> - -<p>Joe's sandy eyebrows went up. His wife was certainly not a modest -woman, but considering even that, this morning was an agreeable -surprise. Her eyes were still dull—he guessed that she'd worried about -those whatyoucallits after going to bed—but she was smiling broadly. -Joe began to have visions of missing work for half a day. He smiled -back at her and she laughed a little.</p> - -<p>"<i>Hohn, Uarnl!</i>" she said.</p> - -<p>Joe was thrusting halved oranges into the juicer. He turned off the -machine and grinned.</p> - -<p>"You'll have to talk plainer than that, little monkey," he said. He -held out a glass of juice. "Drink this—it'll wake you—up—" The last -word faded into an astonished silence.</p> - -<p>Then Joe said, "Hey—come back!" He set down the glass and went into -the bedroom.</p> - -<p>She was lying on her bed, her face hidden. Joe dropped onto the edge of -the bed and put a tentative hand on her back.</p> - -<p>"Hey now," he said softly, "if that's the way you feel about it I'll -juice up some grapefruit." He moved his hand down and spanked lightly. -"Hein?"</p> - -<p>She didn't look up. She had turned her head and was looking at the -corner of the room by Joe's bed.</p> - -<p>"I do not feel well. Go away."</p> - -<p>Joe's face was immediately concerned. He bent over her, reached for a -wrist. "What's the matter, Sarah? Can I get you anything?" The wrist -hung limply in his hand.</p> - -<p>"No. Go away."</p> - -<p>Joe straightened up and drew his eyebrows together in thought. Sarah -was usually tearful and pretty much of a leech when she wasn't feeling -well. Excessive commiserations and breakfast in bed were the rule at -such times.</p> - -<p>"Do you want me to get Doc Halprin?"</p> - -<p>The blue-black head shook from side to side.</p> - -<p>"So what am I supposed to do, monkey? I hate to leave you this way."</p> - -<p>"Go away."</p> - -<p>"But can't I—"</p> - -<p>"Go away, damn you!"</p> - -<p>Joe stood up abruptly. He clenched his fists and looked at his wife's -still form and gradually the anger dulled and left him. He had no -right to be angry. Everybody got tempermental once in a while.</p> - -<p>But this was the first time she had ever cursed him.</p> - -<p>"O.K.," he said softly. "I'll see you tonight."</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p>The regional offices of Mars Imports and Exports sat upon a hill at -the end—or the beginning—of Ila Boulevard, depending upon which -way you were going. It was twenty-five-hundred feet of silver and -native marble, and covered four city blocks, and Joe Caradac was top -man—literally—since his office and personal staff took up the whole -two-hundred and fifty-first floor.</p> - -<p>His morning mail—about twelve letters weeded out of the daily -thousands—was gotten out of the way with skill and dispatch. Grinning, -he propped his feet on the low, curving window sill and said: "Miss -Kal—take an audiogram."</p> - -<p>Miss Kal used two of her arms to adjust pad and stylus, looking up -expectantly. Her other arms were busy transcribing a previously -dictated letter into Venusian—her native tongue, although she spoke -sixty-eight—and tugging at a humidified legging that had somehow -worked down almost to the floor.</p> - -<p>"My dearest, darling monkey—" Joe began. Miss Kal looked up again in -amazement. Joe grinned at her and said, "It's to my wife."</p> - -<p>Miss Kal nodded wisely and began to write.</p> - -<p>"—I am sending this from my dark and dismal office," Joe went on. It -was a habit they had when anything went wrong at breakfast. Joe had -first proposed by audiogram.</p> - -<p>He casually watched a skimmer that was in danger of creating a honey of -a traffic jam down below. Didn't that schlemiel know his left from his -right?</p> - -<p>"—Where was I? Oh, yes—my dark and dismal office." Joe scratched a -cigarette alight, blew a happy smoke ring. "I hope that you are feeling -much, <i>much</i> better and that you will take luncheon with me in the -Pluto Room of the you-know-what Hotel—" His mind went back to those -honeymoon days and he lost track of his dictation again. Another smoke -ring, a somewhat more thoughtful one.</p> - -<p>"You-know-what Hotel—" said Miss Kal phlegmatically.</p> - -<p>"Yes—ah—just end it 'at one fifteen sharp, your everloving Joe.'"</p> - -<p>There was a knock on the door and Miss Kal set down her pad and stylus -and started to get up. Joe was on his feet and around the desk in a -second.</p> - -<p>"Stay right where you are," he smiled; "I need the exercise."</p> - -<p>Miss Kal smiled also and settled back into her specially built chair -with its temperature and humidity controls. A present from Mr. Caradac. -He was such a nice being to work for.</p> - -<p>Joe opened the door, and said, "Oh, hullo, Kent. Since when are you -knocking?"</p> - -<p>Big Kent nodded formally to Miss Kal and winked at Joe. He said, "Yoe, -there's something I'd like to talk over with you in private."</p> - -<p>With a sigh, Miss Kal rose again and made her way through the other -door into her little office. The door closed behind her.</p> - -<p>Kent let out a long breath. He smiled at Joe and the smile turned into -a laugh that had an odd sound of triumph.</p> - -<p>"<i>Hohn, Uarnl</i>," he said, and laughed again. "<i>Ut sinna d'yonlwar?</i>"</p> - -<p>Joe sat down behind his desk and looked at the big man. Hone you-arnel. -Wasn't that what Sarah had said—or something very much like it? He -shook his head.</p> - -<p>"You wanted to talk to me about something, Kent? What are you and Sarah -cooking up with this gibberish?"</p> - -<p>The brilliant Martian sunlight—not as dim as had been anticipated in -the days before space travel—came through the ceiling-high windows, -struck little lights here and there from the bouquet of Venusian -Glass-moss that Miss Kal tended so carefully. It slanted across Kent's -big face as he looked at Joe for a long moment, giving his left eye a -pale, shallow lustre and throwing the shadow of his jutting nose down -over his mouth. He opened and closed his hands, and said:</p> - -<p>"Nothing. It'll wait, I guess." His gaze wandered over the room and -settled on a corner that was empty save for a throw rug—a relic of -Caradac's Iowa past. Kent's mouth tightened into a thin line. He stared -at the corner.</p> - -<p>"It'll wait—for a while," he said stiffly and opened the door and went -into the outer office. Bone-faced, he walked toward the transveyor belt.</p> - -<p>"Mr. Kent—Mr. Kent!" The big man's Mercurian secretary rose out of a -chair near the door, his voice quacking from the speaker set into his -fishbowl helmet.</p> - -<p>"Yes?"</p> - -<p>"They tolt me that you hat gone to Mr. Caradac's office, sir. I've been -trying to finte you all morning, sir. A laty, sir, on the visiphone. -She has callt many times—many times—"</p> - -<p>"Thank you," Kent said tonelessly. "I know who it is."</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p>Joe Caradac stared in astonishment at the door. First Sarah—now Kent. -This seemed to be the day for everybody to blast in orbits ... well, -hell ... he shrugged his shoulders and called Miss Kal back out of her -office. She dropped into her chair with a sigh and they picked up the -day's business from where it had fallen.</p> - -<p>San-Vika of Saturn Enterprises was threatening all kinds of things if -he didn't receive his shipment of ato-rotors on the very next flight. -Joe didn't waste much time with that. One of the many things that made -him a top executive was that he knew how to deal with phonies. He told -San-Vika—via spacephone—that he could go stick his heads in a waste -eliminator and push the button, and that if he wanted to get nasty, M. -I. and E. had an army of lawyers hanging around just itching to get -their teeth into last year's insurance double-deal.</p> - -<p>"We let everybody get away with it—once!" Joe told him and cut the -suddenly fawning image off the screen. M. I. and E.'s investigators, he -thought absently, could certainly give the Sol Secret Service a run for -their credits. Now that he had tactfully gotten San-Vika straightened -out, he might as well release those ato-rotors to be shipped.</p> - -<p>At twelve fifteen an audiogram came from Sarah. <i>I don't feel well -enough to come. Love, S.</i> Well, at least it was an improvement in tone.</p> - -<p>At one o'clock, Miss Kal went into her office to open the mysterious -little package of lunch that she brought with her every day. Joe -stretched out his legs on the window sill and looked at the traffic jam -below. That driver had really done a fine job. There were three Patrol -skimmers circling the mess, darting to and fro like angry wasps.</p> - -<p>He didn't feel much like eating. Breakfast and supper were his big -meals—the habit was a long-standing one. However, he thought, this -morning's breakfast hadn't been much to rave about. Orange juice, some -burned Pohl, some undercooked sand-hoppers.</p> - -<p>He switched on the inter-office visiphone.</p> - -<p>"I would save you the trouble," he said, when Miss Kal's face appeared, -"but they built this place so that all of my inside calls have to be -routed through your selective tentacles."</p> - -<p>"The usual, Mr. Caradac?"</p> - -<p>"The usual."</p> - -<p>Joe was rather proud of the fact that everything in his division of -M. I. and E. worked smoothly and efficiently—even the kitchens. In a -little less than forty seconds a portion of his desk folded back and -the "usual" appeared on an elevator tray. A pot of light coffee and -some doughnuts with powdered brown sugar.</p> - -<p>Joe dunked the solid portion of his lunch and considered the morning's -peculiar happenings. Apparently unrelated incidents that were related -in part always intrigued him. There was usually a logical reason -for parallels. The trick, he thought, was to concentrate not on the -"coincidences" themselves but to examine the circumstances under which -they occurred.</p> - -<p>Sarah's illness—Kent's queer behavior. Not obviously connected. -Separately neurotic. Yet what was it Kent had said that had reminded -him of Sarah's strange greeting?</p> - -<p>Hone you-arnel?</p> - -<p>The two had played practical jokes on him before. He grinned. This was -probably one of their special five-day jobs, designed to make him into -a shattered wreck by Friday so Sarah could duck him on Saturday and get -by with it.</p> - -<p>Joe repeated the syllables aloud, trying to make some sense out of them:</p> - -<p>"Hone you-arnel."</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p>Instantly he was on his feet fighting, his lips raving silently. His -big chair tipped back and fell over to the floor.</p> - -<p>A furious, icily cold intrusion was being made upon his mind. He stood -with feet planted on either side of the overturned chair and threw the -force off but it came back again and again. The office was suddenly -oppressive and stifling, and the objects about him were small and -crystal clear, as if seen through the wrong end of a hand galaxiscope. -The churning, utterly loathsome invasion surged up like a wave roaring -against a reef—and fell back and away in horrible desperation.</p> - -<p>From a million miles away he heard—or felt—a voice. It said: -"<i>Uarnl—yes, Uarnl!</i>" and it said other things, raging things, that -Joe could not understand.</p> - -<p>Then it was gone. As suddenly as it had come. The office regained its -normal perspective. The bright sunlight, reflected now from the tall -buildings across the Great Canal, erased the ragged, black hole out of -his consciousness.</p> - -<p>Painfully he righted the chair and sank into it. His lungs felt pressed -in and stale, like the inside of a folded blanket. He took a deep -breath, shoved his wet palms hard at the top of the desk.</p> - -<p><i>Uarnl.</i> The nightmare.</p> - -<p>It came back to him as dreams rarely do: down to its last beastly -detail. A dream of fear and peril—a running dream—and not a dream, -after all. <i>Uarnl.</i> He looked at the corner of the room, at the -colorful throw rug. It lay there under the sun, brighter than it had -been, as if a pane of glass had been lifted from it.</p> - -<p>After a while he got up and went to the door of Miss Kal's office. She -looked up vaguely, concealing a small, resigned lizard under her jacket.</p> - -<p>"Miss Kal," Joe said blindly, "do you have my morning papers?"</p> - -<p>He took the facsimiles back to his desk, walking slowly, afraid to -get there and sit down and open them. The nightmare; the first aborted -attempt. Sarah and Kent—approaching him separately—yet similarly. -Allies. Each had been confident that during the night <i>Uarnl</i>—had—</p> - -<p>There was nothing else on the front sheets but the names <i>Ih</i>, <i>Lof</i>, -<i>Dir</i>, and <i>Uarnl</i> and the story of their possessors' escape from Mars -Detain. A power breakdown had weakened the energy barrier that kept -their elusive minds, and hence their bodies, in confinement. By the -time armed replacements could be sent to the <i>Aarnians'</i> isolated cell -the beings had vanished. The guards had been strangled. Energy barriers -had been set up at all space and canal ports. Other barriers had been -formed into a hundred mile noose that was being carefully drawn in -toward Detain.</p> - -<p>Joe folded the last paper over the cruel three-eyed faces that seemed -to mock him. He fumbled at the visiphone. Miss Kal was wiping her lips -cheerfully.</p> - -<p>"Miss Kal," Joe said, "get me Mr. Reader in Shipping." He leaned his -elbows wearily on the desk and waited until Reader's puritanical face -appeared on the screen.</p> - -<p>"Yeah, boss?"</p> - -<p>"Reader, has anyone consigned four large crates to go off-world -tomorrow night?"</p> - -<p>"Yeah," Reader replied promptly; "Mr. Kent. B-type mobile spacesuits. -Had me alter the manifest this morn—"</p> - -<p>"Do you have the crates down there?"</p> - -<p>"Uh-uh. Mr. Kent said he'd skim them in sometime tomorrow. He was -coming up to get the switch O.K.'d by you. Why? Anything wrong?"</p> - -<p>Joe opened the center drawer of his desk.</p> - -<p>"No. Nothing's wrong. Listen carefully, Reader. I'm going to take care -of those crates myself. If I'm—not in my office tomorrow you are <i>not</i> -to load them on-ship! No matter what Mr. Ke—<i>anyone</i> says or does! If -the crates come in refrigerate them and call the Patrol and send the -name of the addressee to Detain immediately!"</p> - -<p>Reader came as near as he ever had to looking surprised. Nothing -wrong? His right eyebrow shot up several millimeters. Joe added, "Keep -this in your cheek and there'll be double credits for you pay-day."</p> - -<p>Reader nodded. "Yeah, boss. Don't I always?"</p> - -<p>Joe took his atom pistol out of the drawer, handling it with unfamiliar -fingers. It had been a long time since those target shooting days in -Iowa. He checked the gun quickly, reloaded it with fresh pellets.</p> - -<p>He had left the visiphone on, and when Reader had broken his -connection, the interior of Miss Kal's office and the surprised face of -that eavesdropper had automatically returned. She stared at the atom -pistol.</p> - -<p>"Miss Kal," Joe said softly. "Get me a canal-cab."</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p>The bodies were lying in a row beneath an overhanging ledge of -sandstone. They had burrowed deep into a miniature jungle of thick -leaved canal weeds, and it had taken him a long time to find them. The -gleam of four shiny new B-type spacesuits, less carefully concealed, -had finally ended the search. Kent and Ray had been busy this morning.</p> - -<p>Standing where he was, Joe could look down the green and red dotted -slope and see the ashes of the picnic fire, the scatterings of food -that the night-crawling <i>nolls</i> had found unpalatable. And, blown by -Mars' occasional winds—or taken by alien hands—to a spot only a few -feet from where it had been thrown away, was the scrap of paper with -his letterhead on it. The paper that he and Kent had marked up during -their discussion of tomorrow night's flight to <i>Aarn</i>, Callisto.</p> - -<p><i>If they didn't actually hear us talking</i>, Joe thought, <i>it was that -paper that started the whole thing.</i></p> - -<p>He said loudly: "Are you here, <i>Uarnl</i>? You thought it was perfect, -didn't you? You thought you could repossess your bodies as the liner -went off-world. Well, look at this!"</p> - -<p>With executival thoroughness, he blasted the four bodies into cinders.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p>Sarah came out of the kitchen as Joe opened the canal door and let -himself in. He turned and paid the cabby and the skimmer moved off.</p> - -<p>"Hello, darling," she said, and tugged at his arm. "I've got a swell -supper fixed!"</p> - -<p>Joe smiled at her as he shrugged out of his tunic. He flung it casually -over her favorite potted <i>Zinhaeat</i>. She didn't grab it off. <i>I should -have been a detective</i>, he thought. He followed her into the kitchen.</p> - -<p>"Anything interesting happen today?" Sarah began to arrange the table, -moving things here and there fussily. She looked at Joe from the corner -of her eye. "That's about how you like it, isn't it?" she asked.</p> - -<p>Joe said, "That's fine." He ground out his cigarette on a clean plate. -Sarah would have taken his head off if he had ever done that.</p> - -<p>"No," he went on, "nothing happened. Same old stuff."</p> - -<p>They sat down to eat. Joe tasted his soup. It was rotten. He wondered -if they cooked like that all over Callisto, or only in <i>Aarn</i>.</p> - -<p>"Is it all right, darling?" Sarah was looking at him brightly, her -fingers twined under her chin with the left pinkie extended, her head -cocked to one side. It was all so cute that it made Joe sick. He -decided that if the showdown were put off much longer he'd never be -able to stand the sight of her again.</p> - -<p>"You haven't called me 'darling' since our days of stardust and -chivalry," he said. "Call me Joe."</p> - -<p>"What?"</p> - -<p>"I said—call—me—Joe."</p> - -<p>Sarah pushed her plate away. Her brown eyes were muddy.</p> - -<p>"I wasn't hungry anyway," she said coldly.</p> - -<p>Big Kent and Ray came through the door that led into the living room. -Kent leaned against the wall and folded his massive arms. He grinned -mockingly at Joe. "We never give up," he said. Ray stared nervously and -wet his lips.</p> - -<p>Joe shoved back his chair inch by inch.</p> - -<p>"<i>Uarnl's</i> dead," he said. "He blundered things in my office and got -scared and tried to get off-world in a passenger. The Patrol blasted -him."</p> - -<p>Sarah rose calmly and looked at Ray and Kent. Their faces were stony. -She said: "<i>Lof—Dir</i>—I think the four of us together can break down -his resistance to Occupancy." Her eyes traveled to an empty corner of -the kitchen. "Are you ready, <i>Uarnl</i>?"</p> - -<p>She faced Joe again, a sly smile on her lips.</p> - -<p>"<i>Uarnl</i> wasn't killed, Yoe—atomics don't kill us. The passenyer was."</p> - -<p>Joe wasn't surprised when she floated away from the chair and toward -him, her slippers hardly seeming to touch the floor. He'd been -expecting to be attacked.</p> - -<p>But what almost broke him into little pieces was her third eye—the -one that blinked open in the middle of her forehead, brushing aside a -brittle shell of skin and glaring at him with its wide, unhuman hunger. -Then, for one terrible second, his brain felt packed in ice; the room -was grotesque, filled with alien contrivances. The only sensible thing -in it was <i>Ih's</i> warm, familiar third eye.</p> - -<p>With all his melting strength, Joe thought, "<i>I destroyed the bodies!</i>" -and the whole scene dangled unmoving before him, the weird, distant -setting for the climax of a play, as he heard his own voice in a -wrenching groan:</p> - -<p>"Our bodies—destroyed!"</p> - -<p>Appalling misery and hatred for <i>himself</i> rocked Joe's brain. Then -<i>Uarnl</i> recoiled, as the <i>Aarnians'</i> rapport was broken.</p> - -<p>Joe cried chokingly, "Lieutenant—Lieutenant Smith!"</p> - -<p>The canal door burst open and Lieutenant Smith of Mars Detain, who -had been hugging the narrow metal landing ledge, came in like the -proverbial tornado. What he'd heard had more than convinced him. The -deadly little sphere in his hands started to make sharp spitting sounds.</p> - -<p>Sarah and Kent and Ray and the invisible <i>Uarnl</i> screamed. All -together, in a dissonance of agony and fear and death.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<div class="figcenter"> - <img src="images/illus1.jpg" alt=""/> - <div class="caption"> - <p><i>They screamed, in a dissonance of agony and fear and death....</i></p> - </div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p>Then, three of them stood loosely, in puzzled silence.</p> - -<p>Big Kent brushed a hand across his eyes. "Ray," he muttered, "what in -hell were you yelling about?"</p> - -<p>Ray looked at him and sank into the nearest chair.</p> - -<p>"Yelling?" he said bewilderedly. His fingers began to unconsciously -perform on the chair arm. "I don't know. Was I yelling?"</p> - -<p>Sarah was in Joe's arms, her blue-black hair sending its aching -fragrance into his nostrils. "Joe," she whispered, "Joe, what happened?"</p> - -<p>He tipped back her head, ran a finger over her smooth, brown forehead. -Hypnosis—to paralyze and freeze him, to weaken him. 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