Two hours later, I was facing the image of a purple-faced Chief Baxter on an interplanetary videoscreen. "Sorry to be so long, Delvin," he said apologetically. "But I'd left orders not to be disturbed. Anyway, I've given the men instructions to return the collapser to you, and an authorization permit for it, in case you meet any more agents."
"Which heaven forbid!" I growled. "No red tape with an Amnesty. Ha!"
"Uh. Yes. So you can continue with your search, Delvin. Have you found anything interesting?"
"Full report when I get back, Baxter," I said. "Right now, I have a date with a beautiful blonde."
"A date?" he choked out. "But—"
"Signing off," I said, and cut the circuit. I belted the collapser into place around my waist, and started off for the city proper. Somewhere in Marsport there was a lovely blonde girl named Snow White, who could do anything, anything at all, and get away with it. Anything but one thing.
She couldn't get within a foot of me again! Not if I had anything to say about it.