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Updated: June 22, 2025
"But, Maya, this raises a rather serious question which hadn't occurred to me before, in the happiness of our reunion." "What's that, darling?" "You're a terrestrial agent and, as such, you put me under arrest. It's true, you tried to free me later. But didn't you tell me that night that you were engaged to marry this man, Nuwell Eli?" "Yes," she admitted in a small voice. "But "
Without warning, the engine coughed and stopped. Nuwell worked frantically at the controls, to no avail. As the big blades slowed in their rotation, the copter sank, slowly at first, then ever more swiftly, to the surface of the desert. They donned marshelmets hurriedly. It struck with a terrific crash, which would have hurled them through the windows had they not been strapped down.
I didn't succeed, so can we forget it?" "I think it's best that we do," agreed Nuwell. "The only thing I can think is that you were slightly hysterical over Kensington's having gained the upper hand, after the strain of guarding him for so long, and your action was an unconscious expression of resentment at their having to take over his custody where you had failed.
She had to get in touch with Nuwell at once. She recognized that if she could get out of this building and across the street to her rooming house, she would be safe for a little while. She could telephone Nuwell from there. Grabbing her purse, she hastened out of the office.
Nuwell turned to Maya, and his face was bitter and sullen. His brown eyes were flat with anger. "You treacherous witch, I should have known better than to trust you after that trick of trying to help Kensington escape. I wanted to give you a chance, because I thought that, with him dead, you might have recovered from your madness," he said.
At last they reached the top, and the groundcar arrowed out over the desert again, picking up speed. Far to the left and ahead of them there was another dust-cloud drifting up, one that was not of the thin wind, but nearly stationary. Nuwell found the binoculars in the storage compartment and handed them to Maya. "What's that over there?" he wondered. "Another groundcar? Take a look, Maya."
As the groundcar emerged onto the sage-covered plain, the men were helping the two policemen from Ophir unload the box containing Dark Kensington's remains from another groundcar and load it into the baggage bay of the copter. Nuwell and Maya slipped into their marsuits, secured the helmets and climbed out of the groundcar.
"That's another thing I don't like, Maya," said Nuwell. "It's dangerous, and I don't want anything to happen to you." "It's your work, too, and it's not absolutely safe for you, either. I'll be sharing it with you when we're married, and for you it will go on for a long time.
"This is another reason I wanted to take a copter," explained Nuwell, releasing the air from the copter's interior. "There aren't any roads to this place, and I didn't want to drive a groundcar across the desert to bring Kensington's body here." They emerged from the copter as the group from the building approached. Nuwell greeted the five of them and introduced them to Maya.
"Yes, I'll do that, too," she said. "As soon as we get back, I'll make out my report, and send my resignation with it back on the first ship to Earth. Then I'll marry you, Nuwell." His face was radiant and triumphant as he turned to her. He put his arm around her shoulders, drew her to him and kissed her. The helicopter flew northwestward.
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