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How
?
Well
,
at
least
he
now
knew
where
the
putative
"
Man
from
Mars
"
was
being
kept
.
Get
in
as
an
electrician
?
Or
as
a
janitor
?
Too
obvious
;
he
would
never
get
past
the
guard
,
not
even
as
far
as
"
Dr
.
Tanner
.
"
Was
"
Tanner
"
actually
a
doctor
?
It
seemed
unlikely
.
Medical
men
,
even
the
worst
of
them
,
tended
to
shy
away
from
hanky
-
panky
contrary
to
their
professional
code
.
Take
that
ship
’
s
surgeon
,
Nelson
-
he
had
quit
,
washed
his
hands
of
the
case
simply
because
-
wait
a
minute
!
Dr
.
Nelson
was
one
man
who
could
tell
offhand
whether
that
young
fellow
was
the
Man
from
Mars
,
without
checking
calluses
,
using
trick
questions
,
or
anything
.
Caxton
reached
for
buttons
,
ordered
his
cab
to
ascend
to
parking
level
and
hover
,
and
immediately
tried
to
phone
Dr
.
Nelson
,
relaying
through
his
office
for
the
purpose
since
he
neither
knew
where
Dr
.
Nelson
was
,
nor
had
with
him
the
means
to
find
out
.
Nor
did
his
assistant
Osbert
Kilgallen
know
where
he
was
,
either
,
but
he
did
have
at
hand
resources
to
find
out
;
it
was
not
even
necessary
to
draw
on
Caxton
’
s
large
account
of
uncollected
favors
in
the
Enclave
,
as
the
Post
syndicate
’
s
file
on
Important
Persons
placed
him
at
once
in
the
New
Mayflower
.
A
few
minutes
later
Caxton
was
talking
with
him
.
To
no
purpose
-
Dr
.
Nelson
had
not
seen
the
broadcast
.
Yes
,
he
had
heard
about
it
;
no
,
he
had
no
reason
to
think
the
broadcast
had
been
faked
.
Did
Dr
.
Nelson
know
that
an
attempt
had
been
made
to
coerce
Valentine
Smith
into
surrendering
his
rights
to
Mars
under
the
Larkin
Decision
?
No
,
he
did
not
know
it
,
had
no
reason
to
believe
so
.
When
Caxton
tried
to
reconnect
,
a
recorded
voice
stated
sweetly
:
"
The
subscriber
has
voluntarily
suspended
service
temporarily
.
If
you
care
to
record
-
"
Caxton
switched
off
.
Caxton
made
a
foolish
statement
concerning
Dr
.
Nelson
’
s
parentage
.
But
what
he
did
next
was
much
more
foolish
;
he
phoned
the
Executive
Palace
,
demanded
to
speak
to
the
Secretary
General
.
His
action
was
more
a
reflex
than
a
plan
.
In
his
years
as
a
snooper
,
first
as
a
reporter
,
then
as
a
lippmann
,
he
had
learned
that
close
-
held
secrets
could
often
be
cracked
by
going
all
the
way
to
the
top
and
there
making
himself
unbearably
unpleasant
.
He
knew
that
such
twisting
of
the
tiger
’
s
tail
was
dangerous
,
for
he
understood
the
psychopathology
of
great
power
as
thoroughly
as
Jill
Boardman
lacked
knowledge
of
it
-
but
he
had
habitually
relied
on
his
relative
safety
as
a
dealer
in
still
another
sort
of
power
almost
universally
feared
and
appeased
by
the
powerful
.
What
he
forgot
was
,
that
in
phoning
the
Palace
from
a
taxicab
,
he
was
not
doing
so
publicly
.
Caxton
was
not
put
through
to
the
Secretary
General
,
nor
had
he
expected
to
be
.
Instead
he
spoke
with
half
a
dozen
underlings
and
became
more
aggressive
with
each
one
.
He
was
so
busy
that
he
did
not
notice
it
when
his
cab
ceased
to
hover
and
left
the
parking
level
.
When
he
did
notice
it
,
it
was
too
late
;
the
cab
refused
to
obey
the
orders
he
at
once
punched
into
it
.
Caxton
realized
bitterly
that
he
had
let
himself
be
trapped
by
a
means
no
professional
hoodlum
would
fall
for
:
his
call
had
been
traced
,
his
cab
identified
,
its
idiot
robot
pilot
placed
under
orders
of
an
over
-
riding
police
frequency
-
and
the
cab
itself
was
being
used
to
arrest
him
and
fetch
him
in
,
all
most
privately
and
with
no
fuss
,
