Conspiracy on Callisto
By JAMES MacCREIGH
Revolt was flaring on Callisto, and Peter Duane
held the secret that would make the uprising a
success or failure. Yet he could make no move,
could favor no side—his memory was gone—he
didn't know for whom he fought.
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
Planet Stories Winter 1943.
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
Duane's hand flicked to his waist and hung there, poised. His dis-gun remained undrawn.
The tall, white-haired man—Stevens—smiled.
"You're right, Duane," he said. "I could blast you, too. Nobody would win that way, so let's leave the guns where they are."
The muscles twitched in Peter Duane's cheeks, but his voice, when it came, was controlled. "Don't think we're going to let this go," he said. "We'll take it up with Andrias tonight. We'll see whether you can cut me out!"