the chest. Hell!" Brandon was going to hit him hard, before he saw the gun in Logan's fingers, whipped out and pointing. "Take a look at this, Brandy, and don't lose your supper." In spite of himself, Brandon quailed. It was almost an involuntary action. His whole body plunged back, aching, pulling with it. "Now, let's march up to the radio room. I got a little calling to do. Get on with you. Hup!" In the radio-room, Logan touched studs, raised a mike to his lips and said: "Beam to Mars. Beam to Mars. Morgue Ship of Earth calling. Mars Beam answer." After an interval, Mars gave answer. Logan said: "I've just picked up the body of a 51 Circle Scientist. He's been resuscitated. Give me your fleet commander. I got things to talk over with him." Logan smiled. "Oh, hello, commander!" Half an hour later, the discussions were over, the plans made. Logan hung up, satisfied. Brandon looked at him as if he couldn't believe he was serious. Back down in the control room, Logan set a course, and then forced Brandon to get the body ready. He bragged about the deal. "A half ton of radium, Brandy. Not bad, eh? Good pay. More than Earth'd ever give me for my routine duty." Brandon shuddered. "You fool. The Martians will kill us." "Uh-uh." Logan pantomimed him into moving the body onto a rollered table and taking it to the emergency life-craft air-lock. "I'm not that dumb. I'm having you wire this emergency life-boat with explosive. We collect the minerals first. We blow up the body if the Martians act funny. We make them wait until we've collected our half and gotten five hours' start toward Earth before we allow them to pick up the body. Nice, huh?" Brandon swayed over the task of wiring the life-boat with explosive. "You're cutting your own throat. Handing over a weapon like that to the Martian enemy." It was no again from Logan. "After the Martians pick up the body and we're safely on our way home to Earth, I press a button and the whole damn thing blows up. They call it double-crossing." "Destroy
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