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brother, the woman creature, and felt odd tingles. The feeling reminded him of the first time he had been allowed to be present at a discorporation and he felt happy without knowing why.
    He wished that his brother Doctor Mahmoud were here. There was so much to grok, so little to grok from.
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    Jill spent the rest of her watch in a daze. The face of the Man from Mars stayed in her mind and she mulled over the crazy things he had said. No, not “crazy”—she had done her stint in psychiatric wards and felt certain that his remarks had not been psychotic. She decided that “innocent” was the term—then decided that the word was not adequate. His expression was innocent, his eyes were not. What sort of creature had a face like that?
    She had once worked in a Catholic hospital; she suddenly saw the face of the Man from Mars surrounded by the headdress of a nursing sister, a nun. The idea disturbed her; there was nothing female about Smith’s face.
    She was changing into street clothes when another nurse stuck her head into the locker room. “Phone, Jill.” Jill accepted the call, sound without vision, while she dressed.
    â€œIs this Florence Nightingale?” a baritone voice asked.
    â€œSpeaking. That you, Ben?”
    â€œThe stalwart upholder of the freedom of the press in person. Little one, are you busy?”
    â€œWhat do you have in mind?”
    â€œI have in mind buying you a steak, plying you with liquor, and asking you a question.”
    â€œThe answer is still ‘No.’ ”
    â€œNot that question.”
    â€œOh, you know another one? Tell me.”
    â€œLater. I want you softened up first.”
    â€œReal steak? Not syntho?”
    â€œGuaranteed. Stick a fork in it and it will moo.”
    â€œYou must be on an expense account, Ben.”
    â€œThat’s irrelevant and ignoble. How about it?”
    â€œYou’ve talked me into it.”
    â€œRoof on the medical center. Ten minutes.”
    She put the suit she had changed into back into her locker and put on a dress kept there for emergencies. It was demure, barely translucent, with bustle and bust pads so subdued that they merely re-created the effect she would have produced wearing nothing. Jill looked at herself with satisfaction and took the bounce tube up to the roof.
    She was looking for Ben Caxton when the roof orderly touched her arm. “There’s a car paging you, Miss Boardman—that Talbot saloon.”
    â€œThanks, Jack.” She saw the taxi spotted for take-off, with its door open. She climbed in, and was about to hand Ben a back-handed compliment when she saw that he was not inside. The taxi was on automatic; its door closed and it took to the air, swung out of the circle and sliced across the Potomac. It stopped on a landing flat over Alexandria and Caxton got in; it took off again. Jill looked him over. “My, aren’t we important! Since when do you send a robot to pick up your women?”
    He patted her knee and said gently, “Reasons, little one. I can’t be seen picking you up—”
    â€œWell!”
    â€œâ€”and you can’t afford to be seen with me. So simmer down, it was necessary.”
    â€œHmm . . . which one of us has leprosy?”
    â€œBoth of us. Jill, I’m a newspaperman.”
    â€œI was beginning to think you were something else.”
    â€œAnd you are a nurse at the hospital where they are holding the Man from Mars.”
    â€œDoes that make me unfit to meet your mother?”
    â€œDo you need a map, Jill? There are more than a thousand reporters in this area, plus press agents, ax grinders, winchells, lippmanns, and the stampede that arrived when the Champion landed. Every one of them has been trying to interview the Man from Mars—and none has succeeded. Do you think it would be smart for us to be seen leaving the hospital together?”
    â€œI don’t see that it matters. I’m not the