"I guess we needn't worry about Merle Shaeffer any more. Disappeared from his post, he and that Itraian woman of his, a couple of weeks after they arrived on Folger's Hill. Probably a hunting accident got them both. Their bodies were never found. These things happen on wild new planets."
The Secretary was silent for a long time. Then he said: "Shaeffer dead, eh? I guess it's better that way. Well, a genius has passed, and we'll not see his like again. Perverted, perhaps, but a genius none the less."
They drank solemnly.
"To Merle Shaeffer. You could call him a hero, so let's you and I drink to that. No one else ever will."
They drank again.
Nothing further served to stir the Secretary's memory of Merle Shaeffer, and he retired six months later at the end of his term. The new Secretary was not familiar with the Itraian affair.
He had been in office just a few days less than a year when, one morning, he arrived at his office in a furious rage. "Get me the Head of the Defense Forces!"
"I'm sorry, sir, all the phones are tied up," his secretary said.
"What in hell do you mean, all the phones are tied up?"
"I don't know. Maybe all at once everybody just left their phones off the hook or something."