"Mars?" Don said. "That'd be a very valuable piece of real estate for the researchers."
"Take it," Don heard Frank Fogarty say from the Pentagon.
Professor Garet spoke up. "If Cavalier goes, I go with it. I won't leave it."
"And I won't leave you, Osbert," his wife said. "Will there be air up there among the asteroids?"
"We are air-breathers like you," Rezar said. "When we have assembled our planet there will be plenty. You will be welcome, Professor and Mrs. Garet."
"Hector?" Don said. "You're still mayor of Cavalier. What do you think?"
"They can have it," Hector said. "I'll take a nice steady civil service job with the Federal Government, if you can arrange it."
"Hector," Ed Clark said, "I think that sums up why you've never been a howling success in politics. You don't give a damn for the people. All you care about is yourself."
Hector shrugged. "You needn't be so holy-sounding, Eddie-boy," he said. "Why isn't the Sentry out this week? I'll tell you why. Because you've been so busy filing to the Trimble-Grayson papers on Thebold's private radio that you haven't had time for anything else. How much are they paying you?"
Ed Clark, deflated, muttered, "News is news."