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It was the last order he ever issued in this life。
The blow hit the button remote in Bolz's pocket。
There was a searing flash throughout the hangar！
The Death Battalion； the warship； the Blixo； the crew； Captain Bolz and Oh Dear glowed； suddenly outlined in incandescence。 They shifted color upward from red to yellow to violet。 They went black。 They turned to silica； momentarily holding shape； then they became molten glass。
No one in the base was left alive。
The wall boxes that held the beams in place turned into sand which； under the ferocity of heat； turned to liquid dribble。
And then with a shuddering roar； the walls of the hangar twisted and began to cave in。
The slide of rock went on for quite a while。
Fantastic heat fused the inside of the mountain。
Then there was nothing left of the Earth base。
And buried there； because of the delay and self…interest of Bolz； lying under the pile of shuddering glass which had been Oh Dear and under the countless tons of boiling silica above it； was the ash of the despatch which had been designed to stave off an invasion of Earth。
It would never be delivered。
PART SEVENTY…NINE
Chapter 1
Oh； Madison had little doubt now that he would be able to finish his job with Heller。 In the foreseeable future he would have not just the Apparatus but the entire Army and Fleet on Heller's trail。
Oh； what headlines that would make！
He was standing at an upper…story window of the Royal mansion on Relax Island； waiting for Teenie； who was unaccountably delayed。 He had landed in the rear of the palace so as to stay out of sight。 He was down here to tell Teenie some good news and give her some evidence。
Through the window came one of the softest and most perfume…laden breezes he had ever felt。 The magnificent view of the valley below soothed his nerves。 And one particular ten…acre square of the farmland down there would soothe other nerves as well： it was smoothly rippling with a flourishing crop of marijuana…Panama Red； if he recalled aright when Teenie； working a crew from her five…thousand island population； had told him what she was doing。
But no labors jarred today the tranquil scene of the terrace。 A masked woman； middle…aged； an editor's wife； was strolling along the balustrade； loosely gowned and indolent。 From time to time she turned her eyes away from the view and cast glances expectantly along the front of the palace。
Ah； here came what she was looking for。 A gallant young officer in a brilliant silver uniform approached her at a slow pace。 He stopped； he spread his hands admiringly； he bowed。 She stopped and steadied herself against the balustrade。 The young officer approached closer。 He said something in a low voice and the woman laughed coquettishly。 He took her arm and they began to stroll together。
Madison admired how well Teenie had taught her regiment。 He knew that their lessons did not include just deportment。
And here behind them smoothly appeared a musician with a chorder…beat。 But the tune he was playing and the tones had been taken from Teenie's record collection： it sounded exactly like a romantic gypsy violin。
The officer and the lady sauntered down the wide palace steps。 Followed by the violin music； they strolled along a path。 They entered one of the many secluded nooks。 Each one； Madison knew； had a softly padded bench。 He could just see the end of one through the flowering trees。
A begging babble reached his ears。
Presently； as he expected； he saw the woman's gown being laid gently on the bench end。
The musician was now behind a tree； his back to the nook； but the violin music played on。
In the limbs above； a branch of blossoms began to weave。
The musician's face was watchful； intent。 He was playing faster now。
Blossoms exploded and the petals showered down。
The music now was mild and slow。
An attendant in silver livery who bore a silver tray sped across the terrace。 He entered the nook。
Shortly the gray…blue smoke of marijuana rose。
The violin music played on。
Madison looked down at the terrace。 Another publisher's wife had e out。 She was masked； but Madison knew her husband published the Daily Conservative。
Another officer came out of the palace。 He stopped； he bowed； he approached。 He whispered something in her ear and she handed him a flower。
They sauntered down another path。
Another musician followed them。
The pair entered another nook。
From the palace now came a third officer。 He strolled to the first nook。 Madison faintly heard his voice； 〃I say； old man； may I cut in？〃
Above the second nook a branch of blossoms was going in a circle。
The second musician； back to it； played faster and faster。
The branch of blossoms erupted in a blast of petals。
The second musician smiled and began to play dreamily。
The attendant with the silver tray approached the second nook at speed。
Out from the palace came a third publisher's wife。
The violin music played on。 And Madison knew it would play on for the rest of the day。 And other violins would play for the twenty other wives who would be sporting in these gardens this afternoon…after sporting in their bedrooms the entire night before！
Aside from marijuana； any LSD trips they had now were totally full of handsome young officers！
Madison stole a peek at the clipping book he was carrying。 The first batches of women were long since returned home。 Just to test his muscle he was getting psychiatry good coverage。 Page after page contained news stories about the marvelous cures it was effecting； how magnificent Crobe was； how misguided any other form of treatment was and how all rival ideas should be crushed out。 Life had bee impossible for publishers and editors unless they ran columns and columns about this marvelous new science imported from Blito…P3！
Oh； there was no doubt of it that psychiatry had all the answers。 They had won press domination on Earth the very same way： get the wives of the publishers and editors on the couch and being liberally （bleeped） and you got all the column inches you could ever want！ And woe betide any petitor in the field： he would be slaughtered！
A voice behind him jarred into his mood。 〃What the hell have you bee？ Some God （bleeped） voyeur？〃
Chapter 2
It was Teenie and she looked very cross。 Her air limousine must have landed in the back near his； for he hadn't heard it。 She was drawing off a pair of black gloves and two maids were hastily attending her。 This was her upper dressing antechamber。
〃Oh； Teenie；〃 said Madison； 〃you have done so well。 Organizing this place and training the officers as you have was a superhuman feat。 And look： here are the first fruits of victory！〃
He shoved the clipping book under her nose。 She shook off a maid who was trying to b out her hair and reorder the ponytail and took the book。
She looked at it。 〃I don't see anything here about Gris。〃
〃No； no。 This just shows the dawning of press control。 Right now they're just bragging about psychiatry。 Isn't it marvelous？ Some of this is front page！ It's never been done before in the history of Voltar！ Influencing their press。〃
〃Listen； buster； I'm helping you for just one reason。 You'll forget that to your sorrow！ I want that Gris spread…eagled on the block down there and hours an