"It is a map," replied Cosmo grimly. "I wouldn't be surprised if it isn't the location of the loot from the plantations Bemmelman's men have raided."
There was a knock on the door.
"Come in," snapped the excited Commissioner.
The Martian overseer stalked into the office, glanced about him in surprise.
"Tell these fools I'm not the Renegade!" Bemmelman roared.
Rabaul regarded his employer blankly. "You're certainly not the Renegade so far as I know."
"Of course not," interrupted the Commissioner. "We don't expect you to be able to identify him. We only want to ask you a few questions."
The Martian pursed his lips, shrugged. "Anything I know, Commissioner."
"Where was Bemmelman yesterday morning?"
"I don't know." The Martian overseer looked surprised. "He left in his surface plane in the direction of the MacIver plantation."