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Updated: May 21, 2025
"The window to this room is six floors above a stone courtyard and I don't think you can jump that far without being killed, even on Mars. Since these windows don't open, I'll hear you if you break it to get out, and I can burn you long before you can climb down the face of the wall." The lighter-gun in her hand, she went into the bathroom and closed the door behind her.
"There's a telephone call for you from Mars City, Miss Cara Nome," he said. Maya kept her eyes on Dark. "Can you bring a telephone to the table?" she asked the waiter. "Certainly, Miss," he replied. He left, and returned a moment later with a telephone. He set it before her and plugged it in under the table. Juggling the lighter-gun gently in one hand, Maya picked up the phone.
With a lightning twist, she was free, and on her feet before him. She stepped back, and the lighter-gun was in her hand. "I thought you said I could trust you," she said coldly. "Evidently, I was foolish to do so." He looked up at her, and there was nothing but surprise on his face. Then, slowly, he smiled at her. "It depends on your interpretation of the word," he said.
Then she saw her lighter-gun, lying on the lobby floor beside the chair in which she had gone to sleep. She bent down, casually, and picked it up. She straightened, the little instrument ready in her hand. "This is not a cigaret lighter, but a heatgun," she said flatly. "I'm in charge here, and I say Mr. Kensington is to be permitted to go free.
As she fell, she saw the almost invisible beam of the thin-faced policeman's heatgun strike Dark directly in the stomach, burning away the cloth, burning a great gaping hole in his abdomen. Dark slid to the floor, writhing, gasping, clutching his stomach. Her lighter-gun knocked from her hand, Maya struggled, half-dazed, to her feet.
He was awake, sitting up, smiling down at her, and she was cradled in the curve of his arm. And the little lighter-gun was no longer in her hand. She did not react violently to the sudden realization. She sighed, almost happily, and murmured to him: "So you win, after all. I think I'm glad, Dark. Now you can go, if you want to." He shook his head.
Maya twisted the lighter-gun toward him, and at the same moment the burly policeman threw himself against her. Her heat beam singed the thin-faced one's shoulder, then she collapsed under the impact of the other's body.
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