Diplomatic Immunity

by Robert Sheckley

Transcriber's Note:

This etext was produced from Galaxy Science Fiction August 1953. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.

diplomatic immunity

By ROBERT SHECKLEY

Illustrated by ASHMAN

He said he wasn't immortal—but nothing could kill him. Still, if the Earth was to live as a free world, he had to die.

ome right in, gentlemen," the Ambassador waved them into the very special suite the State Department had given him. "Please be seated."

Colonel Cercy accepted a chair, trying to size up the individual who had all Washington chewing its fingernails. The Ambassador hardly looked like a menace. He was of medium height and slight build, dressed in a conservative brown tweed suit that the State Department had given him. His face was intelligent, finely molded and aloof.