'Sir?'
'Don't cut that circuit; I'm not through speaking to you!'
'I most humbly beg the Secretary General's pardon. We will, of course, wait until he excuses us.'
'Yes, yes, but never mind the formality. Doctor, do you read the tripe that comes out of this Capitol labeled as news?'
'Good Heavens, no!'
'I wish I didn't have to. It's preposterous to talk about having a journalist present at these talks in any case. We'll let them in later, after everything is settled. But even if we were to have any of them present, Caxton would not be one of them. The man is utterly poisonous? a keyhole sniffer of the worst sort.'
'Mr. Secretary, we have no objection to the full glare of publicity throughout. In fact, we shall insist on it.'
'Ridiculous!'
'Possibly. But I serve my client as I think best. If we reach agreement affecting the Man from Mars and the planet which is his home, I want every person on this planet to have opportunity to know exactly how it was done and what was agreed. Contrariwise, if we fail to agree, people must hear how and where the talks broke down. There will be no star chamber proceedings, Mr. Secretary.'
'Damn it, man, I wasn't speaking of a star chamber and you know it! I simply meant quiet, orderly talks without our elbows being jostled!'
'Then let the press in, sir, through their cameras and microphones but with their feet and elbows outside. Which reminds me - we will be interviewed, my client and I, over one of the networks later today - and I shall announce that we want full publicity on these coming talks.'
'What? You mustn't give out interviews now - why, that's contrary to the whole spirit of this discussion.'
'I can't see that it is. We won't discuss this private conversation, of course - but are you suggesting that a private citizen must have your permission to speak to the press?'
'No, of course not, but-'
'I'm afraid it's too late, in any case. The arrangements have all been made and the only way you could stop it now would be by sending more carloads of your thugs - with or without warrants. But I'm afraid they would be too late, even so. My only reason for mentioning it is that it occurs to me that you might wish to give out a news release - in advance of this coming interview - telling the public that the Man from Mars has returned from his retreat in the Andes? and is now vacationing in the Poconos. So as to avoid any possible appearance that the government was taken by surprise. You follow me?'
'I follow you - quite well.' The Secretary General stared silently at Harshaw for several moments, then said, 'Please wait.' He left the screen entirely.
Harshaw motioned Larry to him while he reached up with his other hand and covered the telephone's sound pickup. 'Look, son,' he whispered, 'with that transceiver out I'm bluffing on a busted flush. I don't know whether he's left to issue that news release I suggested? or has gone to set the dogs on us again while he keeps me tied up on the phone. And I won't know, either way. You high tail it out of here, get Tom Mackenzie on the phone, and tell him that if be doesn't get the setup here working at once, he's going to miss the biggest story since the Fall of Troy. Then be careful coming home - there may be cops crawling out of the cracks.'
'Got it. But how do I call Mackenzie?'
'Uh-' Douglas was just sitting back down on screen. 'Speak to Miriam. Git.'
'Dr. Harshaw, I took your suggestion. A news release much as you worded it? plus a few substantiating details.' Douglas smiled warmly in a good simulation of his homespun public persona. 'And there is no use in half measures. I can see that, if you insist on publicity, there is no way to stop you, foolish as it is to hold exploratory talks in public. So I added to the release that the administration had arranged to discuss future interplanetary relations with the Man from Mars - as soon as he had rested from his trip - and would do so publicly? quite publicly.' His smile became chilly and he stopped looking like good old Joe Douglas.
Harshaw grinned jovially, in honest admiration - why, the old thief had managed to roll with the punch and turn a defeat into a coup for the administration. 'That's just perfect, Mr. Secretary! Much better if such matters come officially from the government. We'll back you right down the line!'
'Thank you. Now about this Caxton person- Letting the press in does not apply to him. He can sit at home, watch it over stereovision, and make up his lies from that - and no doubt he will. But he will not be present at the talks. I'm sorry. No.'
'Then there will be no talks. Mr. Secretary, no matter what you have told the press.'
'I don't believe you understand me, Counsellor. This man is offensive to me. Personal privilege.'
'You are correct, sir. It is a matter of personal privilege.'
'Then we'll say no more about it.'
'You misunderstand me. It is indeed personal privilege. But not yours. Smith's.'
'You are privileged to select your advisers to be present at these talks - and you can fetch the Devil himself and we shall not complain. Smith is privileged to select his advisers and have them present. If Caxton is not present, we will not be there. In fact, you will find us across the street, at some quite different conference. One where you won't be welcome, Even if you speak fluent Hindi. Now do you understand me?'
There was a long silence, during which Harshaw thought clinically that a man of Douglas' age really should not indulge in such evident rage. Douglas did not leave the screen but he consulted offscreen and silently. At last he spoke to the Man from Mars.
Mike had stayed on screen the whole time, as silently and at least as patiently as the Witness. Douglas said to him, 'Smith, why do you insist on this ridiculous condition?'
Harshaw put a hand on Mike and said instantly, 'Don't answer, Mike!' -then to Douglas: 'Tut, tut, Mr. Secretary! The Canons, please! You may not inquire why my client has instructed me. And let me add that the Canons are violated with exceptional grievance in that my client has but lately learned English and cannot be expected to hold his own against you. If you will first take the trouble to learn Martian, I may permit you to put the question again? in his language. Or I may not. But certainly not today.'
Douglas sighed. 'Very well. It might be pertinent to inquire into what Canons you have played fast and loose with, too - but I haven't time; I have a government to run. I yield. But don't expect me to shake hands with this Caxton!'
'As you wish, sir. Now back to the first point. We are held up. I haven't been able to find Caxton. His office says that he is out of town.'
Douglas laughed. 'That's hardly my problem. You insisted on a privilege - one I find personally offensive. Bring whom you like. But round them up yourself.'
'Reasonable, sir, very reasonable. But would you be willing to do the Man from Mars a favor?'
'Eh? What favor?'
'The talks will not begin until Caxton is located - that is flat and is not subject to argument. But I have not been able to find him? and my client is getting restive. I am merely a private citizen? but you have resources.'
'What do you mean?'
'Some minutes ago I spoke rather disparagingly of the Special Service squadrons - check it off to the not unnatural irk of a man who has just had his front door broken down. But in truth I know that they can be amazingly efficient? and they have the ready cooperation of police forces everywhere, local, state, national, and all Federation departments and bureaus. Mr. Secretary, if you were to call in your S.S. Commandant and tell him that you were anxious to locate a certain man as quickly as was humanly possible - well, sir, it would produce more meaningful activity in the next hour than I myself could hope to produce in a century.'
'Why on Earth should I alert all police forces everywhere to find one scandal-mongering reporter?'
'Not 'on Earth,' my dear sir - on Mars. I asked you to regard this as a favor to the Man from Mars.'
'Well?it's a preposterous request but I'll go along.' Douglas looked directly at Mike. 'As a favor to Smith, only. But I shall expect similar cooperation when we get down to cases.'
'You have my assurance that it will ease the situation enormously.'
'Well, I can't promise anything. You say the man is missing. If he is, he may have fallen in front of a truck; he may be dead - and I, for one, would not mourn.'
Harshaw looked very grave. 'Let us hope not, for all of our sakes.'
'What do you mean?'
'I've tried to point out that sad possibility to my client - but it is like shouting into the wind. He simply won't
