Stranger in a Strange Land

«Well, we have people searching. Trusted ones. Berquist — »

«Thatgarbage head? When you should be using every police officer from the FDS down to truant officers you send Berquist!»

«But, my dear, you don't see the situation. We can't. Officially he isn't lost. You see there's — well, the other chap. The, uh, “official” Man from Mars.»

«Oh…»She drummed the table. «I told you that substitution scheme would get us in trouble.»

«But, my dear, you suggested it.»

«I did not. And don't contradict me. Mmm … send for Berquist.»

«Uh, Berquist is out on his trail. He hasn't reported back yet.»

«Uh? Berquist is half way to Zanzibar by now. He's sold us out. I never did trust that man. I told you when you hired him that — »

«When I hired him?»

«Don't interrupt. -that any man who takes money two ways would take it three ways.» She frowned. «Joseph, the Eastern Coalition is behind this. You can expect a vote-of-confidence move in the Assembly.»

«Eh? I don't see why. Nobody knows it.»

«Oh, for Heaven's sake! Everybody will know; the Eastern Coalition will see to that. Keep quiet and let me think.»

Douglas shut up. He read that the Los Angeles City-County Council had petitioned the Federation for aid in their smog problem, on the grounds the Ministry of Health had failed to provide something or other — a sop must be thrown to them as Charlie was going to have a tough time being reelected with the Fosterites running their own candidate. Lunar Enterprises was up two points at closing —

«Joseph.»

«Yes, my dear?»

«Our “Man from Mars” is the only one; the one the Eastern Coalition will pop up with is a fake. That is how it must be.»

«But, my dear, we can't make it stick.»

«What do you mean, we can't? We've got to.»

«But we can't. Scientists would spot the substitution at once. I've had the devil's own time keeping them away from him this long.»

«Scientists!»

«But they can, you know.»

«I don't know anything of the sort. Scientists indeed! Half guess work and half superstition. They ought to be locked up; they ought to be prohibited by law. Joseph, I've told you repeatedly, the only true science is astrology.»

«Well, I don't know, my dear. I'm not running down astrology — »

«You'd better not! After all it's done for you.»

« — but these science professors are pretty sharp. One was telling me the other day about a star that weighs six thousand times as much as lead. Or was it sixty thousand? Let me see — »

«Bosh! How could they know a thing like that? Keep quiet, Joseph. We admit nothing. Their man is a fake. In the meantime we make full use of our Special Service squads and grab him back, if possible before the Eastern Coalition makes its disclosure. If strong measures are necessary and this Smith person gets shot resisting arrest or something, well, it's just too bad. He's been a nuisance all along.»

«Agnes! Do you know what you are suggesting?»

«I'm not suggesting anything. People get hurt every day. This matter must be cleared up, Joseph, for everybody. The greatest good of the greatest number, as you are always saying.»

«I don't want the lad hurt.»

«Who said anything about hurting him? You must take firm steps, Joseph; it's your duty. History will justify you. Which is more important? — to keep things on an even keel for five billion people, or to go soft and sentimental about one man who isn't even properly a citizen?»

Douglas didn't answer. Mrs. Douglas stood up. «Well, I can't waste time arguing intangibles; I've got to get Madame Vesant to cast a new horoscope. I didn't give the best years of my life putting you where you are to throw it away through lack of backbone. Wipe the egg off your chin.» She left.

The chief executive of the planet stayed for two more cups of coffee before he felt up to going to the Council Chamber. Poor old Agnes! He guessed he had been a disappointment to her … and no doubt the change of life wasn't making things easier. Well, at least she was loyal, right to her toes … and we all have shortcomings; she was probably as sick of him as he — no point in that!

He straightened up. One damn sure thing! — he wasn't going to let them be rough with that Smith lad. He was a nuisance, granted, but rather appealing in a helpless, half-witted way. Agnes should have seen how easily he was frightened, then she wouldn't talk that way. Smith would appeal to the maternal in her.

But did Agnes have any «maternal» in her? When she set her mouth, it was hard to see it. Oh shucks, all women had maternal instincts; science had proved that. Well, hadn't they?

Anyhow, damn her guts, he wasn't going to let her push him around. She kept reminding him that she had put him into the top spot, but he knew better … and the responsibility was his alone. He got up, squared his shoulders, and went to Council.