"Nothing." 

 "Then what you want him for?" 

 "There's no time for explanations," Rath said. "Believe me, it's in his own best interest, too. What is his name?" 

 Magnessen studied Rath's ugly, honest face, trying to make up his mind. 

 Lieutenant Smith said, "Come on, talk, Magnessen, if you know what's good for you. We want the name and we want it quick." 

 It was the wrong approach. Magnessen lighted a cigarette, blew smoke in Smith's direction and inquired, "You got a warrant, buddy?" 

 "You bet I have," Smith said, striding forward. "I'll warrant you, wise guy." 

 "Stop it!" Rath ordered. "Lieutenant Smith, thank you for your assistance. I won't need you any longer." 

 Smith left sulkily, taking his platoon with him. 

 Rath said, "I apologize for Smith's over-eagerness. You had better hear the problem." Briefly but fully, he told the story of the customer and the Martian therapeutic machine. 

 When he was finished, Magnessen looked more suspicious than ever. "You say he wants to kill me?" 

 "Definitely." 

 "That's a lie! I don't know what your game is, mister, but you'll never make me believe that. Elwood's my best friend. We been best friends since we was kids. We been in service together. Elwood would cut off his arm for me. And I'd do the same for him." 

 "Yes, yes," Rath said impatiently, "in a sane frame of mind, he would. But your friend Elwood--is that his first name or last?" 

 "First," Magnessen said tauntingly. 

 "Your friend Elwood is psychotic." 

 "You don't know him. That guy loves me like a brother. Look, what's Elwood really done? Defaulted on some payments or something? I can help out." 

 "You thickheaded imbecile!" Rath shouted. "I'm trying to save your life, and the life and sanity of your friend!" 

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