"Uh, no."
"I'll go further and state flatly that it is impossible. Yet you described seeing what Willis remembered. That suggest anything to you?"
"No," admitted Jim, "it's got me stumped. But I did see it."
"Sure, you did-because seeing takes place in the brain and not in the eye. I can close my eyes and 'see' the Great Pyramid shimmering in the desert heat. I can see the donkeys and hear the porters yelling at the tourists. See 'em? Shucks, I can smell 'em-but it's just my memory.
Jim looked thoughtful but Frank looked incredulous. "Say, Doc, what are you talking about? You never saw the Great Pyramid; it was blown up in World War III." Frank was, of course, correct as to his historical facts; the eastern allies should never have used the Pyramid of Cheops as a place to stockpile atom bombs.
Doctor MacRae looked annoyed. "Can't you permit a man a figure of speech? You tend to your own business. Now back to what I was saying, Jim. When only one hypothesis covers the facts, you've got to accept it. You saw what the old Martian wanted you to see. Call it hypnosis."
"ButBut-" Jim was wildly indignant; it felt like an attack on his very inner being. "But I did see it, I tell you. I was there."
"I'll string along with Doc," Frank told him. "You were still seeing things on the trip back."
"How would you like a punch in the nose? The old boy did so make the trip back with us; if you had kept your eyes open, you would have seen him."
"Easy, there," cautioned Doc, "if you lugs want to fight, go outside. Has it occurred to you that both of you might be right?"
"What? How could we be?" objected Frank.
"I don't like to put words to it, but I can tell you this: I've lived long enough to know that man does not live by bread alone and that the cadaver I perform an autopsy on is not the man himself. The most wildly impossible philosophy of ail is materialism. We'll leave it at that."
Frank was about to object again when the lock signalled visitors; the boys' patents were back. "Come in, come in, gentlemen," the doctor roared. "You're just in time. We were having a go at solipsism. Pull up a pulpit and take part. Coffee?"
"Solipsism, is it?" said Mr. Sutton. "Francis, pay no mind to the old heathen. You listen to what Father deary tells you."
"He'll pay no mind to me anyhow," MacRae answered.
"That's the healthy thing about kids. How did you make out with the Lord High Executioner?"
Mr. Marlowe chuckled. "Kruger was fit to be tied."
The called meeting of the colonists took place that evening in the town hall, central building of the star-shaped group. Mr. Marlowe and Mr. Sutton, having sponsored the meeting, arrived early. They found the meeting-room doors closed and Kruger's two proctors posted outside. Mr. Marlowe ignored the fact (hat they had been attempting to arrest Frank and Jim only a few hours ago; he offered them a civil good evening and said, "Let's get the place opened up. People will be arriving any minute now."
The proctors did not move. The senior of diem, a man named Dumont, announced, "There'll be no meeting tonight."
"What? Why not?"
"Mr. Kruger's orders."
"Did he say why?"
"No."
"This meeting," Mr. Marlowe told him, "has been properly called and will be held. Stand aside."
"Now, Mr. Marlowe, don't make things tough for yourself. I've got my orders and-"
Mr. Sutton crowded forward. "Let me handle him, Jamie." He hitched at his belt. Behind me men, Frank glanced at Jim with a grin and hitched at his belt. All four of them were armed, as were the proctors; the two fathers had decided not to depend on Kruger's self-restraint while waiting for instructions from Syrtis Minor about the warrant.
Dumont looked nervously at Sutton. The colony had no real police force; these two were clerks in the Company's office and proctors only by Kruger's deputization. "You people have got no call to be running around armed to the teeth, inside (he colony," he complained.
"Oh, so that's it?" Mr. Sutton said sweetly. "Well, this job calls for no gun. Here, Francis-hold my heater." With empty holster he advanced on them. "Now would you like to be tossed out gently or would you prefer to bounce?"
For years before coming to Mars Mr. Sutton had used something other than his engineering degree to dominate tough construction gangs. He was not much bigger than Dumont but immeasurably tougher. Dumont backed into his cohort and stepped on his toes. "Now see here, Mr. Sutton, you've noHey! Mr. Kruger!"
They all looked around. The Resident was approaching. He took in the scene and said briskly, "What's this? Sutton, are you interfering with my men?"
"Not a bit of it," denied Mr. Sutton. "They were interfering with me. Tell them to stand aside."
Kruger shook his head. "The meeting is canceled."
Mr. Marlowe stepped forward. "By whom?"
"Icanceled it."
"By what authority? I have the approval of all councilors and will, if necessary, get you the names of twenty colonists." Twenty colonists could call a meeting without permission from the council, under the colony's rules.
"That's beside the point. The rule reads that meetings are to consider matters 'of public interest'; it cannot be construed as 'of public interest' to agitate about criminal indictments in advance of trial-and I won't let you take advantage of the rules to do so. After all, I have the final word. I do not intend to surrender to mob rule and agitation."
A crowd was forming, colonists come to me meeting. Marlowe said, "Are you through?"
"Yes, except to say that these others and you yourself should return to your quarters."
"They will do as they please-and so will I. Mr. Kruger, I am amazed to hear you say that a civil-rights case is not of public interest. Our neighbors here have boys who are still under the care, if you call it that, of Headmaster Howe; they are interested in how their sons are treated. However, that is not the purpose of the meeting. I give you my word that neither Mr. Sutton nor I intend to ask the colony to take any action about the charges against our sons. Will you accept that and withdraw your proctors?"
"What is the purpose, then?"
"It's a matter of urgent interest to every member of the colony. I'll discuss it inside."
"Hummph!"
By this time several councilors were in the crowd. One of them, Mr. Juan Montez, stepped forward. "Just a minute. Mr. Marlowe, when you called me about this meeting, I had no notion that the Resident objected."
"The Resident has no option in the matter."
"Well, that's never come up before. He does have a veto over actions of meetings. Why don't you tell us what tire meeting is for?"
"Don't give in, Jamie!" It was Doctor MacRae; he shouldered forward. "What kind of nincompoop are you, Montez? I'm sony I voted for you. We meet when it suits us, not when Kruger says we may. How about it, folks?"
There was a murmur of approval. Mr. Marlowe said, "I wasn't going to tell him. Doc. I want everybody here and the doors closed when I talk."
Montez went into a huddle with other councilors. Out of it came Hendrix, the chairman. "Mr. Marlowe, just to keep things regular, will you tell the council why you want this meeting?"
Jim's father shook his head. "You okayed the meeting. Otherwise I would have collected twenty signatures and forced a meeting. Can't you stand up to Kruger?"
"We don't need them, Jamie," MacRae assured him. He turned to the crowd, now growing fast. "Who wants a meeting? Who wants to hear what Marlowe has to tell us?"
"I do!" came a shout.
"Who's mat? Oh-Kelly. All right, Kelly and I make two. Are there eighteen more here who don't have to ask Kruger for permission to sneeze? Speak up."
There was another shout and another. "That's three-and four." Seconds later MacRae called off the twentieth; he turned to the Resident. "Get your stooges out of that doorway, Kruger."