"What's your way?" Maxson obviously was in a bad predicament.
"Let me make a phone-call first, then I'll take Zeke out and there'll be no trouble. I can handle him. That's your only chance. You don't want to hurt those kids, shock them! They don't know what's happened. They still think Zeke's funny."
Maxson touched his lips. "All right. Make the call. I'll give you ten minutes—"
This time he found Hatcher in. He quickly explained the situation. "Hatcher! You said you'd have the dope from Humphreys at the UN."
"And I have," Hatcher said. "It's all right now. I'll rush a couple of UN Deputies over there with special orders right now!"
"Well hurry!" Johnson yelled. Then he stepped out of the booth practically into Maxson's arms.
"Now, go in there and get him out here, Johnson!"
"We're waiting for two United Nations Deputies. They'll be here in a minute. They're going to take charge of Zeke from now on."
"What—well, okay, let them arrest him. That's a load off my back—"
"They're not coming here to arrest him. But to protect him from being arrested or otherwise annoyed until he goes back to Mars."