They repaired thither in a body, Klarnood gathering up several hotel servants on the way through the kitchen. Verkan Vall stripped to the waist, pulled off his ankle boots, and examined Olirzon"s knife. Its tapering eight-inch blade was double-edged at the point, and its handle was covered with black velvet to afford a good grip, and wound with gold wire. He nodded approvingly, gripped it with his index finger crooked around the cross-guard, and advanced to meet Marnark of Bashad.

As he had expected, the burly politician was depending upon his greater brawn to overpower his antagonist. He advanced with a sidling, spread-legged gait, his knife hand against his right hip and his left hand extended in front. Verkan Vall nodded with pleased satisfaction; a wrist-grabber. Then he blinked. Why, the fellow was actually holding his knife reversed, his little finger to the guard and his thumb on the pommel!

Verkan Vall went briskly to meet him, made a feint at his knife hand with his own left, and then side-stepped quickly to the right. As Marnark"s left hand grabbed at his right wrist, his left hand brushed against it and closed into a fist, with Marnark"s left thumb inside of it, He gave a quick downward twist with his wrist, pulling Marnark off balance.

Caught by surprise, Marnark stumbled, his knife flailing wildly away from Verkan Vall. As he stumbled forward, Verkan Vall pivoted on his left heel and drove the point of his knife into the back of Marnark"s neck, twisting it as he jerked it free. At the same time, he released Marnark"s thumb. The politician continued his stumble and fell forward on his face, blood spurting from his neck. He gave a twitch or so, and was still.

Verkan Vall stooped and wiped the knife on the dead man"s clothes--another Khanga pirate gesture--and then returned it to Olirzon.

"Nice weapon, Olirzon," he said. "It fitted my hand as though I"d been born holding it."

"You used it as though you had, Lord Virzal," the a.s.sa.s.sin replied.

"Only eight seconds from the time you closed with him."

[Ill.u.s.tration: ]

The function of the hotel servants whom Klarnood had gathered up now became apparent; they advanced, took the body of Marnark by the heels, and dragged it out of the way. The others watched this removal with mixed emotions. The two remaining princ.i.p.als were impa.s.sive and frozen-faced. Their two a.s.sa.s.sins, who had probably bet heavily on Marnark, were chagrined. And Klarnood was looking at Verkan Vall with a considerable accretion of respect. Verkan Vall pulled on his boots and resumed his clothing.

There followed some argument about the pistols; it was finally decided that each combatant should use his own shoulder-holster weapon. All three were nearly enough alike--small weapons, rather heavier than they looked, firing a tiny ten-grain bullet at ten thousand foot-seconds. On impact, such a bullet would almost disintegrate; a man hit anywhere in the body with one would be killed instantly, his nervous system paralyzed and his heart stopped by internal pressure.

Each of the pistols carried twenty rounds in the magazine.

Verkan Vall and Sirzob of Abo took their places, their pistols lowered at their sides, facing each other across a measured twenty meters.

"Are you ready, gentlemen?" Klarnood asked. "You will not raise your pistols until the command to fire; you may fire at will after it.

Ready. _Fire!_"

[Ill.u.s.tration: ]

Both pistols swung up to level. Verkan Vall found Sirzob"s head in his sights and squeezed; the pistol kicked back in his hand, and he saw a lance of blue flame jump from the muzzle of Sirzob"s. Both weapons barked together, and with the double report came the whip-cracking sound of Sirzob"s bullet pa.s.sing Verkan Vall"s head. Then Sirzob"s face altered its appearance unpleasantly, and he pitched forward.

Verkan Vall thumbed on his safety and stood motionless, while the servants advanced, took Sirzob"s body by the heels, and dragged it over beside Marnark"s.

"All right; Honorable Yirzol, you"re next," Verkan Vall called out.

"The Lord Virzal has fired one shot," one of the opposing seconds objected, "and Honorable Yirzol has a full magazine. The Lord Virzal should put in another magazine."

"I grant him the advantage; let"s get on with it," Verkan Vall said.

Yirzol of Narva advanced to the firing point. He was not afraid of death--none of the Akor-Neb people were; their language contained no word to express the concept of total and final extinction--and discarnation by gunshot was almost entirely painless. But he was beginning to suspect that he had made a fool of himself by getting into this affair, he had work in his present reincarnation which he wanted to finish, and his political party would suffer loss, both of his services and of prestige.

"Are you ready, gentlemen?" Klarnood intoned ritualistically. "You will not raise your pistols until the command to fire; you may fire at will after it. Ready, _Fire!_"

Verkan Vall shot Yirzol of Narva through the head before the latter had his pistol half raised. Yirzol fell forward on the splash of blood Sirzob had made, and the servants came forward and dragged his body over with the others. It reminded Verkan Vail of some sort of industrial a.s.sembly-line operation. He replaced the two expended rounds in his magazine with fresh ones and slid the pistol back into its holster. The two a.s.sa.s.sins whose princ.i.p.als had been so expeditiously ma.s.sacred were beginning to count up their losses and pay off the winners.

Klarnood, the President-General of the Society of a.s.sa.s.sins, came over, hooking fingers and clapping shoulders with Verkan Vall.

"Lord Virzal, I"ve seen quite a few duels, but nothing quite like that," he said. "You should have been an a.s.sa.s.sin!"

That was a considerable compliment. Verkan Vall thanked him modestly.

"I"d like to talk to you privately," the a.s.sa.s.sin-President continued.

"I think it"ll be worth your while if we have a few words together."

Verkan Vall nodded. "My suite is on the fifteenth floor above; will that be all right?" He waited until the losers had finished settling their bets, then motioned to his own pair of a.s.sa.s.sins.

As they emerged into the Martian Room again, the manager was waiting; he looked as though he were about to demand that Verkan Vall vacate his suite. However, when he saw the arm of the President-General of the Society of a.s.sa.s.sins draped amicably over his guest"s shoulder, he came forward bowing and smiling.

"Larnorm, I want you to put five of your best a.s.sa.s.sins to guarding the approaches to the Lord Virzal"s suite," Klarnood told him. "I"ll send five more from a.s.sa.s.sins" Hall to replace them at their ordinary duties. And I"ll hold you responsible with your carnate existence for the Lord Virzal"s safety in this hotel. Understand?"

"Oh, yes, Honorable a.s.sa.s.sin-President; you may trust me. The Lord Virzal will be perfectly safe."

In Verkan Vall"s suite, above, Klarnood sat down and got out his pipe, filling it with tobacco lightly mixed with _zerfa_. To his surprise, he saw his host light a plain tobacco cigarette.

"Don"t you use _zerfa_?" he asked.

"Very little," Verkan Vall replied. "I grow it. If you"d see the b.u.ms who hang around our drying sheds, on Venus, cadging rejected leaves and smoking themselves into a stupor, you"d be frugal in using it, too."

Klarnood nodded. "You know, most men would want a pipe of fifty percent, or a straight _zerfa_ cigarette, after what you"ve been through," he said.

"I"d need something like that, to deaden my conscience, if I had one to deaden," Verkan Vall said. "As it is, I feel like a murderer of babes. That overgrown fool, Marnark, handled his knife like a cow-butcher. The young fellow couldn"t handle a pistol at all. I suppose the old fellow, Sirzob, was a fair shot, but dropping him wasn"t any great feat of arms, either."

Klarnood looked at him curiously for a moment. "You know," he said, at length, "I believe you actually mean that. Well, until he met you, Marnark of Bashad was rated as the best knife-fighter in Darsh. Sirzob had ten dueling victories to his credit, and young Yirzol four." He puffed slowly on his pipe. "I like you, Lord Virzal; a great a.s.sa.s.sin was lost when you decided to reincarnate as a Venusian land-owner. I"d hate to see you discarnated without proper warning. I take it you"re ignorant of the intricacies of Terran politics?"

"To a large extent, yes."

"Well, do you know who those three men were?" When Verkan Vall shook his head, Klarnood continued: "Marnark was the son and right-hand a.s.sociate of old Mirzark of Bashad, the Statisticalist Party leader.

Sirzob of Abo was their propaganda director. And Yirzol of Narva was their leading socio-economic theorist, and their candidate for Executive Chairman. In six minutes, with one knife thrust and two shots, you did the Statisticalist Party an injury second only to that done them by the young lady in whose name you were fighting. In two weeks, there will be a planet-wide general election. As it stands, the Statisticalists have a majority of the seats in Parliament and on the Executive Council. As a result of your work and the Lady Dallona"s, they"ll lose that majority, and more, when the votes are tallied."

"Is that another reason why you like me?" Verkan Vall asked.

"Unofficially, yes. As President-General of the Society of a.s.sa.s.sins, I must be nonpolitical. The Society is rigidly so; if we let ourselves become involved, as an organization, in politics, we could control the System Government inside of five years, and we"d be wiped out of existence in fifty years by the very forces we sought to control,"

Klarnood said. "But personally, I would like to see the Statisticalist Party destroyed. If they succeed in their program of socialization, the Society would be finished. A socialist state is, in its final development, an absolute, total, state; no total state can tolerate extra-legal and para-governmental organizations. So we have adopted the policy of giving a little inconspicuous aid, here and there, to people who are dangerous to the Statisticalists. The Lady Dallona of Hadron, and Dr. Harnosh of Hosh, are such persons. You appear to be another. That"s why I ordered that fellow, Larnorm, to make sure you were safe in his hotel."

"Where is the Lady Dallona?" Verkan Vall asked. "From your use of the present tense, I a.s.sume you believe her to be still carnate."

Klarnood looked at Verkan Vall keenly. "That"s a pretty blunt question, Lord Virzal," he said. "I wish I knew a little more about you. When you and your a.s.sa.s.sins started inquiring about the Lady Dallona, I tried to check up on you. I found out that you had come to Darsh from Ghamma on a ship of the family of Zorda, accompanied by Brarnend of Zorda himself. And that"s all I could find out. You claim to be a Venusian planter, and you might be. Any Terran who can handle weapons as you can would have come to my notice long ago. But you have no more ascertainable history than if you"d stepped out of another dimension."

That was getting uncomfortably close to the truth. In fact, it _was_ the truth. Verkan Vall laughed.

"Well, confidentially," he said, "I"m from the Arcturus System. I followed the Lady Dallona here from our home planet, and when I have rescued her from among you Solarians, I shall, according to our customs, receive her hand in marriage. As she is the daughter of the Emperor of Arcturus, that"ll be quite a good thing for me."

Klarnood chuckled. "You know, you"d only have to tell me that about three or four times and I"d start believing it," he said. "And Dr.

Harnosh of Hosh would believe it the first time; he"s been talking to himself ever since the Lady Dallona started her experimental work here. Lord Virzal, I"m going to take a chance on you. The Lady Dallona is still carnate, or was four days ago, and the same for Dirzed. They both went into hiding after the discarnation feast of Garnon of Roxor, to escape the enmity of the Statisticalists. Two days after they disappeared, Dirzed called a.s.sa.s.sins" Hall and reported this, but told us nothing more. I suppose, in about three or four days, I could re-establish contact with him. We want the public to think that the Statisticalists made away with the Lady Dallona, at least until the election"s over."

Verkan Vall nodded. "I was pretty sure that was the situation," he said. "It may be that they will get in touch with me; if they don"t, I"ll need your help in reaching them."

"Why do you think the Lady Dallona will try to reach you?"