I had the feeling that comes when a mission is about to be completed. There was a feeling of tension, and yet for the first time in my career I had a lowering of spirits that I could not explain. The feeling persisted until late Sunday afternoon. Then I pushed it from my mind. I dressed carefully, slipped the besnal into my inner pocket, and put my del gun in my coat pocket. "Take your coat off," Beth said when I came in. "You ought to know there's no formality here." "I'm really quite comfortable," I told her. "Am I late?" "No. Just on time. Dad will be down in a moment." He came down the stairs from his study while we were talking. He greeted me warmly, and yet I felt that this time he was scrutinizing me. All during the dinner his eyes were on me, weighing me. I felt what was coming, and as we rose from the table it came. "I hope you won't be offended, Marko," Copperd said. "But there are some strange things about you. Do you ever shave?" "No," I said. I looked out the window and saw it was growing darker. "That's odd. And about your hair ... have you ever realized that every strand of it grows in a different direction? You could never comb it. Your skin is of an unusually fine texture. And when you reached for something at the table I observed strange folds of skin between your fingers. You are somehow not like the rest of us." "Naturally," I said. It didn't matter now. It was dark enough. "Why naturally?" "Because," I told him, "I am a Venusian." My tone was matter of fact. Yet they knew that I was not joking. Beth was staring at me, a growing fear and horror in her eyes. Her father seemed dazed by the revelation. I took the del gun from my pocket and showed it to them. "This is a weapon strange to you. But it is effective at this range. Please don't make me use it." "But what do you want?" Copperd asked. "I want you to take a ride with me. In your car." I let them put on their coats and then we walked out onto the porch and down the stairs. Across the street the security agent barely glanced at us. Then we got