The telestat went blank; and Fara sat there. A new thought hardened his face. "That boy of ours-there"s
going to be a showdown. He either works in my shop, or he gets no more allowance."
Creel said: "You"ve handled him wrong. He"s twenty-three and you treat him like a child. Remember, at twenty-three you were a married man."
"That was different," said Fara. "I had a sense of responsibility. Do you know what he did tonight?"
He didn"t quite catch her answer. For the moment, he thought she said, "No; in what way did you
humiliate him first?"
Fara felt too impatient to verify the impossible words. He rushed on: "He refused in front of the whole village to give me help. He"s a bad one, all bad."
"Yes," said Creel in a bitter tone, "he is all bad. I"m sure you don"t realize how bad. He"s as cold as steel,
but without steel"s strength or integrity. He took a long time, but he hates even me now, because I stood up for your side so long, knowing you were wrong."
"What"s that?" said Fara, startled; then gruffly: "Come, come, my dear, we"re both upset. Let"s go to bed."
He slept poorly.
* * * There were days then when the conviction that this was a personal fight between himself and the weapon shop lay heavily on Fara. Grimly, though it was out of his way, he made a point of walking past the weapon shop, always pausing to speak to Constable Jor and- On the fourth day, the policeman wasn"t there.
Fara waited patiently at first, then angrily: then he walked hastily to his shop, and called Jor"s house. No, Jor wasn"t home. He was guarding the weapon store.
Fara hesitated. His own shop was piled with work, and he had a guilty sense of having neglected his
customers for the first time in his life. It would be simple to call up the mayor and report Jor"s dereliction. And yet- He didn"t want to get the man into trouble-
Out in the street, he saw that a large crowd was gathering in front of the weapon shop. Fara hurried. A
man he knew greeted him excitedly: "Jor"s been murdered, Fara!"
"Murdered!" Fara stood stock-still, and at first he was not clearly conscious of the grisly thought that was in his mind: Satisfaction! A flaming satisfaction. Now, he thought, even the soldiers would have to act. They-
With a gasp, he realized the ghastly tenor of his thoughts. He shivered, but finally pushed the sense of shame out of his mind. He said slowly, "Where"s the body?"
"Inside."
"You mean, those . . . sc.u.m-" In spite of himself, he hesitated over the epithet; even now, it was difficult to think of the fine-faced, silver-haired old man in such terms. Abruptly, his mind hardened; he flared: "You mean those sc.u.m actually killed him, then pulled his body inside?"
"n.o.body saw the killing," said a second man beside Fara, "but he"s gone, hasn"t been seen for three hours. The mayor got the weapon shop on the telestat, but they claim they don"t know anything. They"ve done away with him, that"s what, and now they"re pretending innocence. Well, they won"t get out of it as easily as that. Mayor"s gone to phone the soldiers at Ferd to bring up some big guns and-"
Something of the intense excitement that was in the crowd surged through Fara, the feeling of big things brewing. It was the most delicious sensation that had ever tingled along his nerves, and it was all mixed with a strange pride that he had been so right about this, that he at least had never doubted that here was evil.
He did not recognize the emotion as the full-flowering joy that comes to a member of a mob. But his voice shook, as he said, "Guns? Yes, that will be the answer, and the soldiers will have to come, of course."
Fara nodded to himself in the immensity of his certainty that the Imperial soldiers would now have no excuse for not acting. He started to say something dark about what the empress would do if she found out that a man had lost his life because the soldiers had shirked their duty, but the words were drowned in a shout:
"Here comes the mayor! Hey, Mr. Mayor, when are the atomic cannons due?"
* * * There was more of the same general meaning, as the mayor"s sleek, all-purpose car landed lightly. Some of the questions must have reached his honor, for he stood up in the open two-seater and held up his hand for silence.
To Fara"s astonishment, the plump-faced man looked at him with accusing eyes. The thing seemed so
impossible that, quite instinctively, Fara looked behind him. But he was almost alone; everybody else
had crowded forward.
Fara shook his head, puzzled by that glare; and then, astoundingly, Mayor Dale pointed a finger at him, and said in a voice that trembled, "There"s the man who"s responsible for the trouble that"s come upon us.
Stand forward, Fara Clark, and show yourself. You"ve cost this town seven hundred credits that we could ill afford to spend."
Fara couldn"t have moved or spoken to save his life. He just stood there in a maze of dumb bewilderment. Before he could even think, the mayor went on, and there was quivering self-pity in his tone, "We"ve all known that it wasn"t wise to interfere with these weapon shops. So long as the Imperial
government leaves them alone, what right have we to set up guards, or act against them? That"s what I"ve thought from the beginning, but this man . . . this . . . this Fara Clark kept after all of us, forcing us to move against our wills, and so now we"ve got a seven-hundred-credit bill to meet and-"
He broke off with, "I might as well make it brief. When I called the garrison, the commander just laughed and said that Jor would turn up. And I had barely disconnected when there was a money call from Jor. He"s on Mars."
He waited for the shouts of amazement to die down. "It"ll take three weeks for him to come back by ship,
and we"ve got to pay for it, and Fara Clark is responsible. He-"
The shock was over. Fara stood cold, his mind hard. He said finally, scathingly, "So you"re giving up and trying to blame me all in one breath. I say you"re all fools."
As he turned away, he heard Mayor Dale saying something about the situation not being completely lost, as he had learned that the weapon shop had been set up in Glay because the village was equidistant from four cities, and that it was the city business the shop was after. This would mean tourists, and accessary trade for the village stores and-
Fara heard no more. Head high, he walked back toward his shop. There were one or two catcalls from
the mob, but he ignored them.
He had no sense of approaching disaster, simply a gathering fury against the weapon shop, which had brought him to this miserable status among his neighbors.
* * * The worst of it, as the days pa.s.sed, was the realization that the people of the weapon shop had no personal interest in him. They were remote, superior, undefeatable. That unconquerableness was a dim, suppressed awareness inside Fara.
When he thought of it, he felt a vague fear at the way they had transferred Jor to Mars in a period of less
than three hours, when all the world knew that the trip by fastest s.p.a.ceship required nearly three weeks.
Fara did not go to the express station to see Jor arrive home. He had heard that the council had decided to charge Jor with half of the expense of the trip, on the threat of losing his job if he made a fuss.
On the second night after Jor"s return, Fara slipped down to the constable"s house, and handed the officer
one hundred seventy-five credits. It wasn"t that he was responsible he told Jor, but- The man was only too eager to grant the disclaimer, provided the money went with it. Fara returned home with a clearer conscience.
It was on the third day after that the door of his shop banged open and a man came in. Fara frowned as he saw who it was: Castler, a village hanger-on. The man was grinning.
"Thought you might be interested, Fara. Somebody came out of the weapon shop today."
Fara strained deliberately at the connecting bolt of a hard plate of the atomic motor be was fixing. He waited with a gathering annoyance that the man did not volunteer further information. Asking questions would be a form of recognition of the worthless fellow. A developing curiosity made him say finally, grudgingly, "I suppose the constable promptly picked him up."
He supposed nothing of the kind, but it was an opening.
"It wasn"t a man. It was a girl."
Fara knitted his brows. He didn"t like the idea of making trouble for women. But-the cunning devils!
Using a girl, just as they had used an old man as a clerk. It was a trick that deserved to fail, the girl
probably a tough one who needed rough treatment. Fara said harshly, "Well, what"s happened?"
"She"s still out, bold as you please. Pretty thing, too."
The bolt off, Fara took the hard plate over to the polisher, and began patiently the long, careful task of
smoothing away the crystals that heat had seared on the once shining metal. The soft throb of the polisher made the background to his next words:
"Has anything been done?"
"Nope. The constable"s been told, but he says he doesn"t fancy being away from his family for another three weeks, and paying the cost into the bargain."