DOUBLECROSS
by JAMES Mac CREIGH
Revolt was brewing on Venus, led by the
descendant of the first Earthmen to
land. Svan was the leader making the final
plans—plotting them a bit too well.
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
Planet Stories Winter 1944.
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
The Officer of the Deck was pleased as he returned to the main lock. There was no reason why everything shouldn't have been functioning perfectly, of course, but he was pleased to have it confirmed, all the same. The Executive Officer was moodily smoking a cigarette in the open lock, staring out over the dank Venusian terrain at the native town. He turned.
"Everything shipshape, I take it!" he commented.
The OD nodded. "I'll have a blank log if this keeps up," he said. "Every man accounted for except the delegation, cargo stowed, drivers ready to lift as soon as they come back."
The Exec tossed away his cigarette. "If they come back."
"Is there any question?"