Llana switched on the telecast. "Rabaul," she said, "the Commissioner wants you in the office."
"Right," came the voice of the Martian.
"There's the safe, too," said Cosmo.
The Commissioner heaved himself from his chair, waddled across to Bemmelman.
"What's the combination, Hal?"
The planter's little eyes were bloodshot. Obscenity burst from his mouth.
A laugh rumbled up from the Commissioner's belly, shook all three of his chins. "You're done for, Hal. What's the combination?"
Grudgingly Bemmelman told him. "But you won't find anything there," he added vindictively. "I'm going to sink you."
Cosmo opened the safe, waved the Commissioner forward to investigate.
"Um," said the Commissioner in disappointment, leafing through the papers. "Maybe we can dig something incriminating out of this mess. I don't know. Hey! What's this?" He held up the paper upon which Bemmelman had written the directions for reaching the Ormoo's feeding ground. "Looks like a map!"