luxury was a live grass lawn in the living room. Jill stopped in the entrance hail, slipped off her shoes, then stepped bare-footed into the living room and wiggled her toes among the cool green blades. She sighed. 'My, that feels good. My feet have hurt ever since I entered training.'
'Sit down.'
'No, I want my feet to remember this tomorrow, when I'm on duty.'
'Suit yourself.' He went into his pantry and mixed drinks.
Presently she pattered after him and became domestic. The steak was waiting in the package lift; with it were pre-baked potatoes ready to be popped into short-wave. She tossed the salad, handed it to the refrigerator, then set up a combination on the stove to grill the steak and have the potatoes hot simultaneously, but did not start the cycle. 'Ben, doesn't this stove have a remote control?'
'Of course.'
'Well, I can't find it.'
He studied the setup on the control panel, then flipped an unmarked switch. 'Jill, what would you do if you had to cook over an open fire?'
'I'd do darn well. I was a Girl Scout and a good one. How about you, smarty?'
He ignored it, picked up a tray and went back to the living room; she followed and sat down at his feet, spreading her skirt to avoid grass stains. They applied themselves seriously to martinis. Opposite his chair was a stereovision tank disguised as an aquarium; he switched it on from his chair, guppies and tetras faded out and gave way to the face of a commentator, the well-known winchell Augustus Greaves.
'-it can be stated authoritatively,' the stereo image was saying, 'that the Man from Mars is being kept constantly under hypnotic drugs to keep him from disclosing these facts. The administration would find it extremely embarrassing if-'
Canon flipped it off. 'Gus old boy,' he said pleasantly, 'you don't know a durn thing more about it than I do.' He frowned. 'Though you might be right about the government keeping him under drugs.'
'No, they aren't,' Jill said suddenly.
'Eh? How's that, little one?'
'The Man from Mars isn't being kept under hypnotics.' Having blurted more than she had meant to, she added carefully, 'He's got a nurse and a doctor all to himself on continuous watch, but there aren't any orders for sedation.'
'Are you sure? You aren't one of his nurses - or are you?'
'No. They're male nurses. Uh? matter of fact, there's an order to keep women away from him entirely and a couple of tough marines to make sure of it.'
Caxton nodded. 'I heard about that. Fact is, you don't know whether they are drugging him or not. Do you?'
Jill stared into her empty glass. She felt annoyed to have her word doubted but realized she would have to tell on herself to back up what she had said. 'Ben? You wouldn't give me away? Would you?'
'Give you away? How?'
'Any way at all.'
'Hmm? that covers a lot of ground, but I'll go along.'
'All right. Pour me another one first.' He did so, Jill went on. 'I know they don't have the Man from Mars hopped up - because I talked with him.'
Caxton gave a slow whistle. 'I knew it. When I got up this morning I said to myself, 'Go see Jill. She's the ace up my sleeve.' Honey lamb, have another drink. Have six. Here, take the pitcher.'
'Not so fast, thanks.'
'Whatever you like. May I rub your poor tired feet? Lady, you are about to be interviewed. Your public waits with quivering impatience. Now let's begin at the beginning. How-'
'No, Ben! You promised - remember? You quote me just one little quote and I'll lose my job.'
'Mmm? probably. How about 'from a usually reliable source'?'
'I'd be scared.'
'Well? Are you going to tell Uncle Ben? Or are you going to let him die of frustration and then eat that steak by yourself?'
'Oh, I'll talk - now that I've talked this much. But you can't use it.' Ben kept quiet and did not press his luck; Jill described how she had outflanked the guards.
He interrupted. 'Say! Could you do that again?'
'Huh? I suppose so, but I won't. It's risky.'
'Well, could you slip me in that way? Of course you could! Look, I'll dress up like an electrician - greasy coveralls, union badge, tool kit. You just slip me the pass key and-'
'No!'
'Huh? Look, baby girl, be reasonable. I'll bet you four to one that half the hospital staffers around him are ringers, stuck in there by one news service or another. This is the greatest human-interest story since Colombo conned Isabella into hocking her jewels. The only thing that worries me is that I may find another phony electrician-'
'The only thing that worries me is me,' Jill interrupted. 'To you it's just a story; to me it's my career. They'd take away my cap, my pin, and ride me out of town on a rail. I'd be finished as a nurse.'
'Mmm? there's that.'
'There sure is that.'
'Lady, you are about to be offered a bribe.'
'How big a bribe? It'll take quite a chunk to keep me in style the rest of my life in Rio.'
'Well? the story is worth money, of course, but you can't expect me to outbid Associated Press, or Reuters. How about a hundred?'
'What do you think I am?'
'We settled that, we're dickering over the price. A hundred and fifty?'
'Pour me another drink and look up the phone number of Associated Press for me, that's a lamb.'
'It's Capitol 10-9000. Jill, will you marry me? That's as high as I can-'
She looked up at him, startled. 'What did you say?'
'Will you marry me? Then, when they ride you out of town on a rail, I'll be waiting at the city line and take you away from your sordid existence. You'll come back here and cool your toes in my grass - our grass - and forget your ignominy. But you've durn well got to sneak me into that hospital room first.'
'Ben, you almost sound serious. If I phone for a Fair Witness, will you repeat the offer?'
Caxton sighed. 'Jill, you're a hard woman. Send for a Witness.'
She stood up. 'Ben,' she said softly, 'I won't hold you to it.' She rumpled his hair and kissed him. 'But don't ever joke about marriage to a spinster.'
'I wasn't joking.'
'I wonder. Wipe off the lipstick and I'll tell you everything I know, then we'll consider how you can use it without getting me ridden on that rail. Fair enough?'
'Fair enough.'
She gave him a detailed account. 'I'm sure he wasn't drugged. I'm equally sure that he was rational - although why I'm sure I don't know, for he talked in the oddest fashion and asked the darnedest questions. But I'm sure. He isn't psychotic.'
'It would be odder still if he hadn't talked in an odd fashion.'
'Huh?'
'Use your head, Jill. We don't know much about Mars but we do know that Mars is very unlike Earth and that Martians, whatever they are, certainly are not human. Suppose you were suddenly popped into a tribe so far back in the jungle that they had never laid eyes on a white woman. Would you know all the sophisticated small talk that comes from a lifetime in a culture? Or would your conversation sound odd? That's a very mild analogy; the truth in this case is at least forty million miles stranger.'
Jill nodded. 'I figured that out? and that is why I discounted his odd remarks. I'm not dumb.'
'No, you're real bright, for a female.'
'Would you like this martini poured in your thinning hair?'
