"Bother, control 'one,' forget it for one memorable night!" Palanth was exasperated. "I know its antidote—and I have it!" he said savagely.
"So have I," Mark said grinning.
"Thassalian?" the girl was startled. It was the f*******n Martian liquor of the Gods. It could achieve almost miraculous cures when taken in tiny doses; it gave the sensation of ineffable happiness, and when taken to excess, it drove the addict hopelessly insane.
"We still haven't solved the problem of the special permit," Mark reminded them.
"I have one for a party of four, which I haven't used as yet," Doctor Fortun said with a hint of shyness. "You'll have time to read your orders and then I'll pick you both up at International House in my helio-plane. Agreed?"
"Agreed!" Both Mark and Palanth said fervently. The
