The Earthman's Burden
By R. F. Starzl
And then he jumped.
enny Olear was playing blackjack when the colonel's orderly found him. He hastily buttoned his tunic and in a few minutes, alert and very military, was standing at attention in the little office on the ground floor of the Denver I. F. P. barracks. His swanky blue uniform fitted without a wrinkle. His little round skullcap was perched at the regulation angle.
There is foul play on Mercury—until Denny Olear of the Interplanetary Flying Police gets after his man.
"Olear," said the colonel, "they're having a little trouble at the Blue River Station, Mercury."
"Trouble? Uh-huh," Olear said placidly.