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But he did not approach me. He moved away and went inside. Moa had been near him; and as though by prearrangement with him she now accosted me. "I want to speak to you, Set Haljan." "Go ahead." I felt an instinctive aversion to this Martian girl. Yet she was not unattractive. Over six feet tall, straight and slim. Sleek blond hair.
But we will find out. He will not suspect the Planetara so when we get close to the Moon, we will signal and ask him. We can trick him into telling us. You think I do not know what is on your mind, Haljan? There is a secret code of signals arranged between Dean and Grantline. I have forced Dean to confess it. Without torture! Prince helped me in that. He persuaded Dean not to defy me.
Our moment, and then it was over. A step sounded. I sat back. The giant gray figure of Miko came past, his great cloak swaying, with his clanking sword ornament beneath it. His bullet head, with its close-clipped hair, was hatless. He gazed at us, swaggering past, and turned the deck corner. Our moment was gone. Anita said conventionally, "It has been pleasant to talk with you, Mr. Haljan."
Rather a handsome face; not gray, like the burly Miko, but pink and white; stern lipped, but feminine, too. She was smiling gravely now. Her blue eyes regarded me keenly. She said gently: "A sad occurrence, Gregg Haljan. And mysterious. I would not question you " "Is that all you have to say?" I demanded. "No. You are a handsome man, Gregg attractive to women to any Martian woman."
In the instrument room several of the men were gathered, scanning the vault overhead. "Nothing, Haljan." I stayed with them awhile, then wandered away. An outside man met me near the admission lock chambers of the main building. The duty man here sat at his controls, raising the air pressure in the locks through which the outside watchman was coming.
"For a few minutes only." He proffered a heat ray cylinder but she refused it. "I am not afraid of him." Miko swung on me. "Within an hour we will be nearing the atmosphere. Will you take the controls?" "Yes." He set his heavy jaw. His eyes bored into me. "You're a strange fellow, Haljan. I can't make you out. I am not angry now. Do you think, when I am deadly serious, that I mean what I say?"
"Yes," said his voice at my ear-grid. "I'm Grantline. You're Haljan? Gregg Haljan?" They crowded around us. Gripped us, to hear our explanations. Brigands! It was amazing to Johnny Grantline. But the menace was over now, over as soon as Grantline realized its existence. We stood for a brief time discussing it. Then I drew apart, leaving Snap with Grantline. And Anita joined me.
Snap gasped, "My God, that was in my radio room strong box! I'm the only one on this vessel except the Captain who's entitled to know those passwords!" Out of the silence, Balch demanded, "Well, what about it, Johnson?" The purser was still defiant. "I won't answer your questions, Balch. At the proper time, I'll explain Gregg Haljan, you're choking me!" I eased up. But I shook him.
She eyed me and then retreated. Snap was threatening everybody with his cylinder. Balch dashed up. "What in hell! Where is Carter?" "In there." I pounded on A22. It opened cautiously. I could see only Carter, but I heard the murmuring voice of Dr. Frank through the interior connecting door to A20. The Captain rasped, "Get out, Haljan! Oh, is that you, Balch? Come in."
And then an interior audiphone blared a calling for Grantline. Someone in the instrument room of the adjoining building was talking. "Commander, I tried the telescope to see who got killed " But he did not say who got killed, for he had greater news. "Commander! The brigand ship!" Miko's reinforcements had come. Not Wilks, but Coniston! His drawling, British voice: "You, Gregg Haljan! How nice!"
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