Police Your Planet

Police Your Planet, by Lester del
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Title: Police Your Planet
Author: Lester del Rey
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POLICE YOUR PLANET
By ERIC VAN LHIN

SCIENCE FICTION AVALON BOOKS 22 EAST 60TH STREET
NEW YORK
Copyright, 1956, by Eric van Lhin
[Transcriber's note: This is a rule 6 clearance. A copyright renewal
could not be found.]
Library of Congress Catalogue Card Number: 56-13313
PUBLISHED SIMULTANEOUSLY IN THE DOMINION OF
CANADA BY THE RYERSON PRESS, TORONTO
PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA BY THE
COLONIAL PRESS INC., CLINTON, MASSACHUSETTS

CONTENTS
I One Way Ticket
II Honest Izzy
III The Graft Is Green
IV Captain Murdoch
V Recall
VI Sealed Letter
VII Electioneering
VIII Vote Early and Often
IX Contraband

X Marriage of Convenience
XI The Sky's the Limit
XII Wife or Prisoner?
XIII Arrest Mayor Wayne!
XIV Full Circle
XV Murdoch's Mantle
XVI Get the Dome!
XVII Security Payoff

POLICE YOUR PLANET
Chapter I
ONE WAY TICKET
There were ten passengers in the little pressurized cabin of the electric
bus that shuttled between the rocket field and Marsport. Ten men, the
driver--and Bruce Gordon.
He sat apart from the others, as he had kept to himself on the ten-day
trip between Earth and Mars, with the yellow stub of his ticket still
stuck defiantly in the band of his hat, proclaiming that Earth had paid
his passage without his permission being asked. His big, lean body was
slumped slightly in the seat. There was no expression on his face.
He listened to the driver explaining to a couple of firsters that they were
actually on what appeared to be one of the mysterious canals when
viewed from Earth. Every book on Mars gave the fact that the canals
were either an illusion or something which could not be detected on the
surface of the planet.

He glanced back toward the rocket that still pointed skyward back on
the field, and then forward toward the city of Marsport, sprawling out
in a mess of slums beyond the edges of the dome that had been built to
hold air over the central part. And at last he stirred and reached for the
yellow stub.
He grimaced at the ONE WAY stamped on it, then tore it into bits and
let the pieces scatter over the floor. He counted them as they fell; thirty
pieces, one for each year of his life. Little ones for the two years he'd
wasted as a cop. Shreds for the four years as a kid in the ring before
that--he'd never made the top. Bigger bits for two years also wasted in
trying his hand at professional gambling; and the six final pieces that
spelled his rise from a special reporter helping out with a police
shake-up coverage, through a regular leg-man turning up rackets, and
on up like a meteor until.... He'd made his big scoop, all right. He'd dug
up enough about the Mercury scandals to double circulation.
And the government had explained what a fool he'd been for printing
half of a story that was never supposed to be printed until all could be
revealed. They'd given Bruce Gordon his final assignment.
He shrugged. He'd bought a suit of airtight coveralls and a helmet at the
field; he had some cash, and a set of reader cards in his pocket. The
supply house, Earthside, had assured him that this pattern had never
been exported to Mars. With them and the knife he'd selected, he might
get by.
The Solar Security office had given him the knife practice, to make
sure he could use it, just as they'd made sure he hadn't taken extra
money with him beyond the regulation amount.
"You're a traitor, and we'd like nothing better than seeing your guts
spilled," the Security man had told him. "That paper you swiped was
marked top secret. But we don't get many men with your
background--cop, tinhorn, fighter--who have brains enough for our
work. So you're bound for Mars, rather than the Mercury mines. If..."
It was a big if, and a vague one. They needed men on Mars who could

act as links in their information bureau, and be ready to work on their
side when the expected trouble came. They