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for them if they were to survive. It would not have changed.
    Burleigh sat in the control-room with a double handful of purple crystals before him.
    “This,” he said when Moran and Carol reëntered, “this is bessendium past question. I’ve been thinking what it means.”
    “Money,” said Moran drily. “You’ll all be rich. You’ll probably retire from politics.”
    “That wasn’t exactly what I had in mind,” said Burleigh distastefully. “You’ve gotten us into the devil of a mess, Moran!”
    “For which,” said Moran with ironic politeness, “there is a perfect solution. You kill me, either directly or by leaving me marooned here.”
    Burleigh scowled.
    “We have to land at space-ports for supplies. We can’t hope to hide you, it’s required that landed ships be sterilized against infections from off-planet. We can’t pass you as a normal passenger. You’re not on the ship’s papers and they’re alteration-proof. Nobody’s ever been able to change a ship’s papers and not be caught! We could land and tell the truth, that you hijacked the ship and we finally overpowered you. But there are reasons against that.”
    “Naturally!” agreed Moran. “I’d be killed anyhow and you’d be subject to intensive investigation. And you’re fugitives as much as I am.”
    “Just so,” admitted Burleigh.
    Moran shrugged.
    “Which leaves just one answer. You maroon me and go on your way.”
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    Burleigh said painfully;
    “There’s this bessendium. If there’s more—especially if there’s more—we can leave you here with part of it. When we get far enough away, we charter a ship to come and get you. It’ll be arranged. Somebody will be listed as of that ship’s company, but he’ll slip away from the space-port and not be on board at all. Then you’re picked up and landed using his name.”
    “If,” said Moran ironically, “I am alive when the ship gets here. If I’m not, the crew of the chartered ship will be in trouble, short one man on return to port. You’ll have trouble getting anybody to run that risk!”
    “We’re trying to work out a way to save you!” insisted Burleigh angrily. “Harper would have been killed but for you. And—this bessendium will finance the underground work that will presently make a success of our revolution. We’re grateful! We’re trying to help you!”
    “So you maroon me,” said Moran. Then he said; “But you’ve skipped the real problem! If anything goes wrong, Carol’s in it! There’s no way to do anything without risk for her! That’s the problem! I could kill all you characters, land somewhere on a colonized planet exactly as you landed here, and be gone from the yacht on foot before anybody could find me! But I have a slight aversion to getting a girl killed or killing her just for my own convenience. It’s settled. I stay here. You can try to arrange the other business if you like. But it’s a bad gamble.”
    Carol was very pale. Burleigh stood up.
    “You said that, I didn’t. But I don’t think we should leave you here. Up near the ice-cap should be infinitely better for you. We’ll load the rest of the bessendium tomorrow, find you a place, leave you a beacon, and go.”
    He went out. Carol turned a white face to Moran.
    “Is that—is that the real trouble? Do you really—”
    Moran looked at her stonily.
    “I like to make heroic gestures,” he told her. “Actually, Burleigh’s a very noble sort of character himself. He proposes to leave me with treasure that he could take. Even more remarkably, he proposes to divide up what you take, instead of applying it all to further his political ideals. Most men like him would take it all for the revolution!”
    “But—but—.”
    Carol’s expression was pure misery. Moran walked deliberately across the control-room. He glanced out of a port. A face looked in. It filled the transparent opening. It was unthinkable. It was furry. There were glistening chitinous areas. There was a