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Martyr - Alan E. Nourse
Martyr
by Alan E. Nourse
Cover Image © Can Stock Photo Inc. / chungking
Positronic Publishing
PO Box 632
Floyd VA 24091
ISBN 13: 978-1-5154-0391-3
First Positronic Publishing Edition
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Table of Contents
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I
"I can break him, split his Criterion Committee wide open now while there’s still a chance, and open rejuvenation up to everybody...."
*
Four and one half hours after Martian sunset, the last light in the Headquarters Building finally blinked out.
Carl Golden stamped his feet nervously against the cold, cupping his cigarette in his hand to suck up the tiny spark of warmth. The night air bit his nostrils and made the smoke tasteless in the darkness. Atmosphere screens kept the oxygen in, all right—but they never kept the biting cold out. As the light disappeared he dropped the cigarette, stamping it sharply into darkness. Boredom vanished, and warm blood prickled through his shivering legs.
He slid back tight against the coarse black building front, peering across the road in the gloom.
It was the girl. He had thought so, but hadn’t been sure. She swung the heavy stone door shut after her, glanced both left and right, and started down the frosty road toward the lights of the colony.
Carl Golden waited until she was gone. He glanced at his wrist-chrono, and waited ten minutes more. He didn’t realize that he was trembling until he ducked swiftly across the road. Through the window of the low, one-story building he could see the lobby call-board, with the little colored studs all dark. He smiled in unpleasant satisfaction—no one was left in the building. It was routine, just like everything else in this god-forsaken hole. Utter, abysmal, trancelike routine. The girl was a little later than usual, probably because of the ship coming in tomorrow. Reports to get ready, supply requisitions, personnel recommendations—
—and the final reports on Armstrong’s death. Mustn’t forget that. The real story, the absolute, factual truth, without any nonsense. The reports that would go, ultimately, to Rinehart and only Rinehart, as all other important reports from the Mars Colony had been doing for so many years.
Carl skirted the long, low building, falling into the black shadows of the side wall. Halfway around he came to the supply chute, covered with a heavy moulded-stone cover.
Now?
It had taken four months here to know that he would have to do it this way. Four months of ridiculous masquerade—made idiotic by the incredible fact that everyone took him for exactly what he pretended to be, and never challenged him—not even Terry Fisher, who drunk or sober always challenged everything and everybody! But the four months had told on his nerves, in his reactions, in the hollows under his quick brown eyes. There was always the spectre of a slip-up, an aroused suspicion. And until he had the reports before his eyes, he couldn’t fall back on Dan Fowler’s name to save him. He had shook Dan’s hand the night he had left, and Dan had said, Remember, son—I don’t know you. Hate to do it this way, but we can’t risk it now—
And they couldn’t, of course. Not until they knew, for certain, who had murdered Kenneth Armstrong.
They already knew why.
*
The utter stillness of the place reassured him; he hoisted up the chute cover, threw it high, and shinned his long body into the chute. It was a steep slide; he held on for an instant, then let go. Blackness gulped him down as the cover snapped closed behind him.
He struck hard and rolled. The chute opened into the commissary in the third deep-level of the building, and the place was black as the inside of a pocket. He tested unbroken legs with a sigh of relief, and limped across to where the door should be.
In the corridor there was some light—dim phosphorescence from the Martian night-rock lining the walls and tiling the floor. He walked swiftly, cursing the clack-clack his heels made on the ringing stone. When he reached the end of the corridor he tried the heavy door.
It gave, complaining. Good, good! It had been a quick, imperfect job of jimmying the lock, so obviously poor that it had worried him a lot—but why should they test it? There was still another door.
He stepped into the blackness again, started across the room as the door swung shut behind him.
A shoe scraped, the faintest rustle of sound. Carl froze. His own trouser leg? A trick of acoustics? He didn’t move a muscle.
Then: Carl?
His pocket light flickered around the room, a small secretary’s ante-room. It stopped on a pair of legs, a body, slouched down in the soft plastifoam chair—a face, ruddy and bland, with a shock of sandy hair, with quixotic eyebrows. Terry! For Christ sake, what—
The man leaned forward, grinning up at him. You’re late, Carl.
His voice was a muddy drawl. Should have made it sooner than this, sheems—seems to me.
Carl’s light moved past the man in the chair to the floor. The bottle was standing there, still half full. "My god, you’re drunk!"
Course I’m drunk. Whadj-ya think, I’d sober up after you left me tonight? No thanks, I’d rather be drunk.
Terry Fisher hiccupped loudly. I’d always rather be drunk, around this place.
All right, you’ve got to get out of here—
Carl’s voice rose with bitter anger. Of all times, of all times—he wanted to scream. "How did you get in here? You’ve got to get out—"
"So do