she exclaimed, impulsively givinga ritual _entrechat_. "And I wish I could stay and help you, but...."
"I know, my dear."
"You do?" She was puzzled. "But how did the news get around so quickly?"
He shrugged. "The Terrestrial grapevine is almost as efficient as theFizbian. Didn't you notice any change in the--ah--atmosphere when youcame in?"
"Oh, was that the reason?" Tarb laughed merrily. "Somehow it neveroccurred to me that they could have heard so soon."
"But the morning editions have been out for hours."
The door to the office was flung open. Stet stormed in, bristling with amost unloverlike rage.
"Miss Morfatch--" he waved a crumpled copy of the _Terrestrial Tribune_at her--"when I give an order, I expect to be obeyed! Didn't Miss Snowtell you to report directly to my office the instant you came in?Although that's a question I don't have to ask; I know Miss Snow, atleast, is someone I can trust."
"I was coming to see you, Stet," Tarb said soothingly. "Right away."
"Oh, you were, were you? And have you seen this?" Stet fairly threw thepaper at her. Smack in the middle of the front page was a picture ofherself in full flight over the airfield bar. Not a very good picture,but what could you expect with Terrestrial equipment? When the autofaxcame, perhaps she would be done justice.
FIZBIAN NEWSHEN GIVES EARTH A FLUTTER
"Though No Mammal, I Pack a Lot of Uplift," Says Beautiful Fizbian Gal Reporter
"I feel that you Terrans and we Fizbians can get along much better," lovely Tarb Morfatch, Fizbus _Times_ feature writer, told her fellow-reporters yesterday at the Moonfield Restaurant, "if we learn to understand each other's differences as well as appreciate our similarities.
"With commerce between the two planets expanding as rapidly as it has been," Miss Morfatch went on, "it becomes increasingly important that we make sure there is no clash of mores between us. Where adaptation is impossible, we must both adjust. 'When in Rome, do as the Romans do' is an outmoded concept in the complex interstellar civilization of today. The Romans must learn to accept us as we are, and vice versa.
"Forgive me if I've offended you by my frankness," she said, sticking out her tongue in the charming gesture of apology that is acquiring such a vogue on Earth, Belinda Romney and many other socialites having enthusiastically adopted it, "but you've violated our privacy so many times, I feel I'm entitled to hurt your feelings just a teeny-weeny bit...."
"Those Terran journalists," Tarb said admiringly. "Never miss a trick,do they? Am I in all the other papers too, Stet? Same cheesecake?"
"You've made an ovulating circus out of us--that's what you've done!"
"Nonsense. Good strong human interest stuff; it'll make us lovable aschicks all over the planet. Gee--" she read on--"did I say all thatwhile I was caffeinated? I ought to turn out some pretty terrific copysober."
"And to think you, the woman I had asked to make my wife, did this tome."
"Oh, that's all right, Stet," Tarb said without looking up from thepaper. "I wasn't going to accept you, anyway."
"Good for you, Tarb," Drosmig approved.
"You're going back to Fizbus on the next liner--do you hear me?" Stetraged.
She smiled sunnily. "Oh, but I'm not, Stet. I'm going to stay right hereon Earth. I like it. You might say the spiritual aura got me."
He snorted. "How can you possibly stay? You don't have an independentincome and this is an expensive planet. Besides, I won't let you stay onEarth. I have considerable influence, you know!"
"Poor Stet." She smiled at him again. "I'm afraid the Fizbian press--theFizbian consul even--are pretty small pullets beside the Solar PressSyndicate. You see, I came in this morning only to resign."
He stared at her.
"Yesterday," she informed him, "I was offered another position--asfeature writer for the SP. I hadn't decided whether or not to acceptwhen I reported back last evening, but you made up my mind for me, so Icalled them this morning and took the job. My work will be to explainFizbians to Terrans and Terrans to Fizbians--as I wanted to do for the_Times_, Stet, only you wouldn't let me."
"It's no use saying anything to you about loyalty, I suppose?"
"None whatsoever," she said. "I owe the _Times_ no loyalty and I'm doingwhat I do out of loyalty to Fizbus ... plus, of course, a much highersalary."
"I'm glad for you, Tarb," Drosmig said sincerely.
"Be glad for yourself, Senbot, because Stet will have to let you conductthe column your way from now on. Either it'll supplement my work in theTerrestrial papers or he'll look like a fool. And you do hate lookinglike a fool, don't you, Stet?"
He didn't answer.
"Better give up, Stet." She turned to Drosmig. "Well, good-by,Senbot--or, rather, so long. I'm sure we'll be seeing each other again.Good-by, Stet. No hard feelings, I hope?"
He neither moved nor spoke.
"Well ... good-by, then," she said.
The door closed. Stet stared after her. The forgotten umbrella drippedforlornly in the corner.
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