Sammy wasn't so happy about it. "I wish I were God," he muttered, as we waited. "Then I'd know 'what was right. What an infernal situation . . ."
He stopped abruptly as we saw a head moving. It disappeared again.
The pit was now so deep that we could make out very little at the top. When people came close to the waist-high stone parapet we could see their heads and shoulders, and their legs through the spaces in the stonework. Unless they were close we couldn't see them at all.
In the circumstances there could be no warning. We couldn't see what led up to the incident we were to misreport. Our bias would be known, of course -- but who would care? Who would speak up for Ritchie? Who would be sorry if he died? Who would try to prove we were lying?
Presumably Aileen would be working patiently to get rid of Morgan, whom we knew to be present on the roof.
"It's a mad scheme," murmured Sammy. "Ritchie knows everybody hates and fears him. He knows Aileen would be glad if he were dead. He won't be such a fool as to -- "
"Look!" Leslie screamed.
It looked as if Sammy was right. We saw two men and a girl struggling on the edge. What had gone wrong we didn't know. But clearly Aileen had moved too soon, made a mistake, given herself away -- or Ritchie had been expecting her attempt, waiting for it.
Anyway, she was going to fail. Her only chance had been surprise, to get Ritchie to the edge unsuspecting.
"I'm going up there," said Sammy desperately.
"Wait!" I said.
It was two men against a girl. Perhaps the two men, knowing that, were careless. Perhaps they forgot that though their strength was still overpoweringly greater than hers, the thrust of her legs was enough to raise all three of them quite easily against the 0.38 gravity of Mars.
Struggling in Morgan's grip, she lashed out with one foot. Through the gaps in the stonework we saw her leg whip up straight, so fast that it was a blur, and though a support blocked our view we winced involuntarily as her toe sank into Ritchie's belly.
On Earth that kick would have winded Ritchie, perhaps injuring him seriously. But this wasn't Earth. It lifted him perhaps two feet. He crashed back against the parapet, probably breaking his back. That didn't stop him either. His legs came up and he somersaulted over, turning in the air.
Instead of watching the roof, as we should have done -- for Ritchie was already as good as dead, and didn't matter any more -- we watched him, unable to look away, even when he struck the ground sickeningly.
When we looked up again, Morgan had both hands on Aileen's throat, and from the way his shoulders were hunched we knew they must be biting deep. Morgan was loyal to Ritchie to the end, apparently. He wanted revenge for Ritchie more than he wanted Aileen.
Then with a lithe backward flip Aileen wrenched Morgan off his feet and her shoulders back over the parapet. She must have put all her strength into it. Morgan sailed over, screaming.
She went over too, of course.
Sammy moaned even before they struck the ground. I knew what he was thinking. He had lost two women he loved, one on Earth and one on Mars.
Despite the horror of the thing, despite Sammy's pain, I couldn't help feeling a sense of relief. Even if it had to be grim and bloody and melodramatic like that, Mars was the better for it.
There was a thin cry from above. We looked up. Leslie gasped and shaded her eyes, screwing them up to see better.
"I think that's Aileen!" she exclaimed.
"Then who . . . ?" I began.
"It is Aileen," Sammy shouted.
We waved to her, and ran to where Morgan had fallen. We winced as we looked at them. His hands were still around Betty's throat.
9
We could only guess at Betty's state of mind. From the timing, she had obviously guessed what Aileen intended. Whether Betty had meant all along to kill Morgan or had done what she did in a sudden frenzy was anybody's guess. At any rate, she had sent Aileen inside for something, and when Aileen came back there was no one on the roof.
Very likely, as Sammy had said, Ritchie distrusted Aileen. But neither he nor Morgan seemed to have any distrust of Betty. We found it ironic, when we tried later to reconstruct the incident on the basis of all we knew, that Ritchie had probably been trying to save Betty from Morgan when she kicked him. Betty must have made some move against Morgan. That would probably only amuse Ritchie. He would have gone forward to break Morgan's grip. And Betty kicked him over the edge.
But these were only guesses. Aileen had meant to kill, and hadn't had to.
"I can't say I'm glad things have happened this way," she said. "I -- "
"You can't say it, but you are," Sammy observed.
"I know I am," Leslie said. "Betty's life wasn't any good to her."
We still had big problems, we still had a struggle to live on a world that wasn't our own. However, it was nice to get on with it without the knowledge that we were always in danger of being stabbed in the back.
Sammy was in a daze for nearly a week. The certainty that it had been Aileen who had died had really shaken him. It was no use pretending after that that he didn't love her.
"Why are some people ashamed of perfectly decent emotions?" Leslie marveled. "Do you think Aileen will laugh at you for loving her, Sammy? If so, you haven't learned the first thing about women -- the very first thing."
"Hell, Leslie," Sammy protested, "don't you start."
"The truth is," Leslie told him, "you don't believe in happy endings. It doesn't seem possible that Aileen is safe and prepared to love you and be loved, does it?"
"Let us have no more talk of love," Sammy ordained. "Love is a feminine myth, invented for the benefit of females. It's always women who talk of love."
With Ritchie removed, the Martian settlement moved on more surely, more in step, more cleanly. No one took on Ritchie's mantle. Now that he was dead, people spoke freely about him and his works.
There was a startling change. Startling, that is, if you don't know human beings. Apparently Ritchie had had no friends. Apparently no one had ever liked him or supported him in any way. Apparently no one had ever been afraid of him.
The whole of Winant, it seemed, had been just about to put Ritchie in his place. There were suddenly all sorts of things that could have been done about Ritchie. Obviously, by being killed, he had merely escaped what was catching up with him, and would have caught up with him if he'd lived a few days longer.
Lieutenant Porter and I had both made mistakes. Fortunately they canceled each other out in the end.
My group was what it should have been all along, a sound and healthy body of people. With Aileen in it, and Morgan out of it, it was a group of people who liked each other, could get on well together, and believed in the same sort of things.
"Of course," said Sammy, "this is only the beginning. Look at what we've had to face in the last year or so. Take the supremely optimistic view and say that this year things will only be half as bad -- "
Leslie yelped involuntarily. "Aileen, shut him up, for heaven's sake," she exclaimed. "Sammy being supremely optimistic -- like that -- is just about enough to make me want to go away in a dark corner and cut my throat."
"I am being supremely optimistic," Sammy insisted. "Oh well, if you all want to live in a fool's paradise, don't let me stop you."
"I won't, anyway," said Aileen quietly. "There never is an ending, Sammy, we all know that. But there are turning points, and afterward when we look back we see how we were going down and down and down, until something happened and we started coming up and up and up. I think that's where we are now."
"Well, sure," said Sammy. "Didn't I say that things this year will only be half as bad as they've been so far?"
Sammy was right, and we all knew it. But we refused to listen to him all the same.
"You belong in the Old Testament," Leslie told him.
I grinned. "And Sammy begat Ahab," I said. "And Sammy begat Rebecca. And Sammy begat -- "
Sammy and Aileen fled.
I think you could justifiably describe the way we kissed as supremely optimistic.
J. T. McINTOSH
The author of World out of Mind and
Born Leader was born in Scotland and
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