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«Don't let that stop you. I may be tougher than you think. If not, the commotion will fetch the others. Do you think you can handle the Man from Mars?»

«Him?I could break him in two with one hand!»

«Probably … if you could lay a hand on him.»

«Huh?»

«You saw me try to point a pistol at him. Duke — where's that pistol? Find that pistol. Then tell me whether you still think you can break Mike in two. But find the pistol first.»

Duke went ahead setting up the projector. «Some sleight-of-hand. The films will show it.»

Harshaw said, «Duke. Stop fiddling with that. Sit down. I'll take care of it after you've left.»

«Huh? Jubal, I don't want you touching this projector. You always get it out of whack.»

«Sit down, I said.»

«But — »

«Duke, I'll bust the damned thing if it suits me. I do not accept service from a man after he has resigned.»

«Hell, I didn't resign! You got nasty and fired me — for no reason.»

«Sit down, Duke,» Harshaw said quietly, «and let me try to save your life — or get off this place as fast as you can. Don't stop to pack. You might not live that long.»

«What the hell do you mean?»

«Exactly what I say. Duke, it's irrelevant whether you resigned or were fired; you ended your employment when you a

Duke looked startled and sat down. Harshaw went on, «Are you Mike's water brother?»

«Huh? Of course not. Oh, I've heard such chatter — it's nonsense, if you ask me.»

«It is not nonsense and nobody asked you; you aren't competent to have an opinion.» Harshaw frowned. «Duke, I don't want to fire you; you keep the gadgetry working and save me from a

Duke said slowly, «Boss, you've come unzipped. Mike wouldn't hurt anybody — shucks, this ca

«You think so?»

«I'm certain.»

«So. You've got guns in your room. I say he's dangerous. It's open season on Martians; pick a gun, go down to the pool and kill him. Don't worry about the law; I guarantee you'll never be indicted. Go ahead, do it!»

«Jubal … you don't mean that.»

«No. Not really. Because you can't. If you tried, your gun would go where my pistol went — and if you hurried him you'd go with it. Duke, you don't know what you are fiddling with. Mike is not “gentle as a lamb” and he is not a savage. I suspect we are savages. Ever raise snakes?»

«Uh … no.»

«I did, when I was a kid. One winter down in Florida I caught what I thought was a scarlet snake. Know what they look like?»

«I don't like snakes.»

«Prejudice again. Most snakes are harmless, useful, and fun to raise. The scarlet snake is a beauty — red, black, and yellow — docile and makes a fine pet. I think this little fellow was fond of me. I knew how to handle snakes, how not to alarm them and not give them a chance to bite — even the bite of a non-poisonous snake is a nuisance. This baby was my prize. I used to take him out and show him to people, holding him back of his head and letting him wrap himself around my wrist.

«I got a chance to show my collection to the herpetologist of the Tampa zoo — I showed him my prize first. He almost had hysterics. My pet was not a scarlet snake — it was a young coral snake. The most deadly snake in North America. Duke, do you see my point?»

«That raising snakes is dangerous? I could have told you.»

«Oh, for Pete's sake! I had rattlesnakes and water moccasins, too. A poisonous snake is not dangerous, no more than a loaded gun is dangerous — in each case, you must handle if properly. The thing that made that snake dangerous was that I hadn't known what it could do. If, in my ignorance, I had handled it carelessly, it would have killed me as casually and i

Harshaw shook his head. «Duke, if you had given way to your impulse to take a poke at me and if Mike had been standing in that doorway, you would have been dead before you knew it, much too quickly for me to stop him. Mike would then have been apologetic over having “wasted food” — namely your beefy carcass. But he wouldn't feel guilty about killing you; that would be a necessity you forced on him … and not important, even to you. You see, Mike believes that your soul is immortal.»

«Huh? Well, hell, so do I. But — »

«Do you?» Jubal said bleakly. «I wonder.»

«Why, certainly I do! Oh, I don't go to church much, but I was brought up right. I've got faith.»

«Good. Though I've never understood how God could expect his creatures to pick the one true religion by faith — it strikes me as a sloppy way to run a universe. However, since you believe in immortality, we need not trouble over the probability that your prejudices will cause your demise. Do you want to be cremated or buried?»

«Oh, for cripe's sake, Jubal, quit trying to get my goat.»

«Not at all. I can't guarantee your safety since you persist in thinking that a coral snake is a harmless scarlet snake — any blunder may be your last. But I promise I won't let Mike eat you.»

Duke's chin dropped. Then he answered, explosively, pro fanely, incoherently. Harshaw listened, then said testily, «All right, pipe down. Make any arrangements with Mike you like.» Harshaw bent over the projector. «I want to see these pictures. Damn!» he added. «The pesky thing savaged me.»

«You tried to force it. Here — » Duke completed the adjustment Harshaw had muffed, then inserted a spool. Neither reopened the question of whether Duke was, or was not, working for Jubal. The projector was a tabletop tank, with adapter to receive solid-sight-sound 4 mm. film. Shortly they were watching events leading up to the disappearance of the empty brandy case.

Jubal saw the box hurtle toward his head, saw it wink out in mid-air. «A

«Okay.» Duke spooled back, then a

The scene was the same but slowed-down sound was useless; Duke switched it off. The box floated from Jill's hands toward Jubal's head, then ceased to be. But under slow-motion it could be seen shrinking, smaller and smaller until it was no longer there.

«Duke, can you slow it still more?»

«Just a sec. Something has fouled the stereo.»

«What?»

«Darned if I know. It looked all right on the fast run. But when I slowed it, the depth effect was reversed. That box went away from us, mighty fast — but it always looked closer than the wall. Swapped parallax, of course. But I never took that cartridge off the spindle.»