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NEUTRAL VESSEL                               13
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                  it be possible  to  have our table changed   of comfort had been on his lips in a  sud-
 days yet remained of their journey.  And   Phillips ?''  he  said.   "I  should '  have
                  for the remainder of the voyage-Zona's   den  sensation  that  comes  only  to  an
 Brand  would  be glad  when  it  was  com-  thought you  were Venusian.''   old-time  spaceman.  A  rush  of  empti-
 pleted.   "Only  on  the  maternal  side.  captain.   and  mine?"   ness inside him.
                    Brand  frowned, 'thinking  of  his  pre-
 He  was  glad  now  when  Carlin  came   Father  was  pure  Terrestrain. ·  But that   vious  uneasiness.  "Can  you  point  out   The  Spiri:t  of  Terra  had  leape?  into
 in.  The  mate  ,\,as  always  wearing  a   is neither here nor there, sir.  Excepting   the .ones  you  think  are  spies?"  he  de-  sudden  acceleration!  To  the  girl,  to
 grin.  a  cheerfully  boyish  sort  of  smile.   that  my  sympathies  are  naturally  ,Yith   mall(]ed  in  his abrupt  way.   any  passenger  aboard  the  giant  liner,
 He  wore it now.   Venus  in,  shall  I  say,  the  present  un-  Leander  Phillips  juinp~d  a  foot,  th_en   this would be unnoticeable- the internal
 '·Fellow  to  see  you,  sir,"  he  told  the   pleasantness ?"   .   smiled  sheepishly.  "I  can, sir, and  will,   gravity  compensators  took  care  of  that
 captain.  "\,Vaiting in your lounge.  One   '  Brand  repressed  a  chuckle  at  the  ltt-  of course," he quavered.   instantly.  But you couldn't  fool  an old-
 of the passengers."   tle  man's  seriousness  and  verbiage.   The  captain  jabbed  at  a  button  and   timer like  Brand.
 Brand  arched  black  brows.  "Com-  "That's  not  surprising,  Mr.  Phillips.''   bawled into the audio frame on his desk:   Zona  Phillips  was  becoming  frantic
 plaint ?"   he  conceded.   " Many  Earthmen  are   ''Tell  Mr.  \IV01ihman  two  more  pas-  when the  audio  frame  on  his  desk  bel-
 _''He  didn't  say.   Looks  harmless   sympathizers  on  one  side  or  the  other.   sengers  at  my  table,  starting  :vi_th  sup-  lowed  in  Carlin's familiar accents:  "All
 enough,  though.  Venusian,  I'd  say,  or  I  try  to  be  strictly  neutral.  But  I  re-  per  this  period.  Leander  Ph1lhps  and   stern  motors ' and  steering  jets  blasting
 Venuso-Terrestrian."   Young  Carlin   peat,  sir:  what  can  I  do  for  you?"   his daughter,  Zona.  That's all.''   full,  captain.  Controls  not  functioning.
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 looked  up  at -the  chronometer.  "Ready   The  Venusian  sympathizer  looked   Every  passenger  tmew  that  Wo~ _   Your instructions,  sir."
 to gi\·e  over, sir?" he asked.   around nervously.  " There are  Martian   man  was  head  steward.  ._The  little   Brand  sputtered.  This  was  an  un.-
 Brand's eyes roved enviously over the   spies  aboard,"  he  said  with  owlish  sol-  v enuso-Terrestrian  bowed  h 11 ~ 1 self  o~t,   heard-of eventuality.  But just like these:
 younger man's trim,  sinewy form  as set  emnity.   smiling  relievedly,  leaving _the  captam   newfangled contraptions to let you down
 off  hy  his  perfectly fitted  uniform.  H is   The captain  laughed  reassuringly.  "I   to  sit scowling perplexedly  m  a  haze of   at .exactly  the  wrong time.  "Coming!''
 own square bulk, he was painfully aware,   shouldn't  be  surprised.  Probably  Ve-  cigar  smoke.   he bai:ked at the frame.  "Be right with
 was better suited to the rigors and scanty   nusian  spies  as  well.   \Ve  can't  help   you."
 garb  of  a  foundry  than  to  the  gold-  that.  Why  worry  about  it?  This  is   WITHOUT   knowing   why,   Bra nd   "I  .  .  .  I'm  sorry,  captain."  The
 braided  scarlet and  a  drawing  room.   neutral territory,  just  the same  as  Lon-  stirred  himself  in  a  few  minutes  and   girl's  eyes  were  starry  with  tears  about
 "Yes,"  he  sighed,  "I'1i1  ready,  Mr.   don."   .   1   went into his private quarters, where ~e   to come.  "I  .  .  .  I  didn't  mean to  in-
 Carlin.  And,  as  usual,  there  are  no  in-  "I  know  that,  sir."  Leander  Phil-  instructed  his  cabin  boy  to  lay  out  his   terrupt.  "But, my father- "
                                                       '   The  reason  for  her  presence  had
 structions."  He  waved  a  knotty  hand   lips  was  tensely  seriot~s.  "In  general,   most  impressive  finery.  He knew  wh~,   shppe   d'   .  d   "''  .res,  yes,  "  h  e
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 toward the control board.  "It's all done   I  believe  this  causes  you  no  corlcern.   a moment later, when he  returned to his   said  hastily.  "Come along,  Miss  Zona,
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 for us automatically.  Done in wriggling  In this  case,  however,  I'm  convinced  it   lounge  and  beheld  the  v1s1011.   1f  ever   and  tell  me  about  it  on  the  way.  I
 red  and  blue  and  green  lines  that  ink   should  be  of grave concern  to  you."   he wished he were twenty years younger•   have to  be  on  the  bridge  ii11mediately."
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 themselves  on  the  charts."   .   The  man's  earnestness  impressed   it  was  then.  A  g1rl-v1 s1 on,   ·t  was  ta  11  Trotting  at  his  side,  she  said :  "I
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 Gary  Carlin  had  better  sense than  to   Brand.  "Let's not beat about the bush,"   and  slim  and  auburn-haired,  wi th   fea-  can  wait  till  you've  finished  with  that,
 expand his grin.  "Yes. sir," he said  re-  he  suggested.  ''Just  what  have  you  to   tures and a  figure that would have made
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 spectful! y.   tell  me?"   the  greatest  artist  orge  11   ·   The   captain."  But her  voice  sounded  dead,
 Phillips  furtively  withdrew  a  paper   girl's  lips  were  tremulous  and  her  eyes   hopeless.
 THE ·APPEARAN CE  of  Brand's  visitor   from his pocket, passing it to the captain   And  ·well  it might.  Rounding  a  cor-
 justified  Carlin's  estimate.  A  scrawny  as if it were red-hot to his touch.  "P i rst   wide.   · 1 b   ti   ner of the corridor, they almost fell  over
                   "I'm Zona  Phillips,''  she saic  rea  l -
                                                        the  body  of  Leander  Phillips,  which
 little  man  with  washed-out  eyes  and   off,  sir,"  he  whispered,  "I  beg  o(  you   1  I   ,. 13  :-.i.as  •.•  has my father  been
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 parchment  skin  drawn  tight  over  high   to look this over and conceal il at once."   here?"   .   was  slumping  grotesquely  to  the  floor.
 cheekbones.  His  greeting  was  mildly   Brand's  skin  crawled  as  he  saw  the   "Why,  yes,  my  dear,"  said  Brana!   T he  acrid  smell  of  burned  flesh  was  in
 apologetic.   meticulously drawn sketch on the paper.   blissfully  unconscious  of  what  w~s   the  air.  His  head  was  almost  blasted
 ''What  can  I  do  for  you?"  the  cap-  It  was  an  accurate  circuit  diagram  of   .   .   "H  Jet·t  only  a  few  mmutes   from  his  shoulders.  The girl  screamed
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 tain  boomed  genially.   the Spirit  of  Terra.!  Hastily  he  pock-  ago."   .   and  flopped  at  his  side  just  as  Brand
 H is  caller  bowed  in  almost  servile   eted  it.  "Where'd  you  get  this?"  he   The  girl  wrung  her  taper~d  fin~e: s.   leaped after the  big  figure  he  saw  scut-
 manner.  "I  am  greatly  honored,  cap-  asked soberly.   " Oh, Captain Brand!"  she wailed.  . I ;~s1   tling  off.  Her  scream  had  warned  the
 tain. that you receive me.  I am Leander   "They  were  discussing  it,  sir,  at  my   a  f ra1  .   •  .•  I J. ust know somethini:,   fugitive  and he turned like  an animal  at
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 Phillips  of  London.  And  I  have  some  · table.  One  dropped  it  later.  And  I'm   d. t   bay,  whipping  ap  a  stubby  flame
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 information  I  believe  will  interest you."   quite a bit frightened, sir,  [or my daugh-  happened."   "  the  capta111  starte   o   thrower.   A  fleeting  instant  showecl
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 Surprised,  Brand  offered  the  man  a   ter's  sake.  She is  with  me,  you  know.   soothe  h~r.  But  he  forgot  what  wor  s   Bra,nd  bloodshot  eyes,  twisted  mouthl
 cigar, bit  the end off his own.  "Name's  That is  one favor  I  came to ask:  would
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