"Dex and I got rid of the body," Mel said. "No need to worry unless ...
unless you"ve read my stories. Perhaps _you_ are the criminal. I"ll be watching."
"No proof, of course ... Do _you_ believe I"m the criminal?"
Mel smiled. "No, but I"ll watch anyway."
"More closely than tonight, I hope," Hazel said acidly. "If it hadn"t been for her...."
I saw Frank, and was ashamed of my suspicions. She was silent, looking concerned. They all did, and I was warmed. Because, despite discomfort, they worried about me, an alien, a stranger. "Better leave. Heat"s getting you."
Dex asked, "When are you going back?"
I shrugged. "Never. The ship is in the Gulf of California ... Harry did that."
"What about our company? We can research anti-gravity. You might reach home yet."
I shook my head. "Said I was a policeman. I don"t know very much--"
"Perfectly normal!" Mel said before Hazel shooshed him.
Dex was insistent: "Any cop knows at least something about his motorcycle. Was I right about the superconductor?"
"Yes. Now, get out of here, idiots, before there"s no one left to form the company!"
Hazel, perspiring freely, red hair shimmering, kissed me. "We figured you out real, real early. We aren"t ever wrong, and I"m glad we stayed with you, Mr. Venus." She laughed joyously, "First time I"ve ever kissed a Venusian!"
Frank, head close to mine, said softly, "I"m terribly sorry I said those things, but you had to believe I was angry, so I could call the others--"
"And I did everything possible to get you out...."
We were silent; then I said what I"d been fighting not to, for so long.
"Frank ... Francis?"
She understood, and stared horrified at me. I"d lost. Bowed my head, feeling like the d.a.m.ned fool I was.
She looked around the room. "It"s so strange!"
"And with ingrained racial conditioning, you couldn"t respond to a thin, sallow alien."
"I don"t know," she said hesitantly.
"I do!" Mel said. "The oldest story in science fiction; it"s true; I can"t write it."
"Why not?"
"No editor in right or wrong mind would buy the beautiful Earth damsel, after whom l.u.s.ts the Monster from Venus--"
Frank snapped: "He isn"t a monster! And his manners are better than many writers" I could name ..."
Her voice trailed off with awareness of Mel"s tiny smile--a smile that widened. He pulled her toward the door. "What a story! We"ll hold the wedding in a Turkish Bath."
Alone, I sighed, comfortable again after three years. I was grateful to the GG, and would do anything, within limits, for them. Yet, my newly adopted planet needed protection. Babes in the woods, they"d be torn to pieces outside.
Fortunately, the GG didn"t know my meaning of "policeman", my home"s highest order of intellect. I"d a.s.sure the group finally getting anti-gravity and use of planetary lines of force. But not the hypers.p.a.ce drive, not for a good long while.
I certainly couldn"t destroy the GG"s confidence. I couldn"t hurt them.
They were so sure about me--so sure they were never wrong. How could I explain I"d been looking for a decent, habitable planet like Venus to discharge my captive, that I was from another galaxy?
THE END