“In trouble, my friends?” he asked, motioning to chairs and pushing a large glass jug of orange-juice across the desk.
“The whole Earth is in trouble, unless we act fast,” Earmar replied briefly, pouring out the orangeade into glasses for the girl and himself. “Maybe my name doesn’t mean anything to you?”
“It is vaguely familiar, Mr. Brown, though I cannot recall any specific connection.”
“Well, never mind. Let us say that I have been privileged to help the Earth authorities on several occasions when they found scientific crime getting a little beyond them. For your information, Consul, the recent troubles on Earth concerning members of the O.V.S., of which you must have heard over the general radio broadcasts, have been directly caused by one Anziba.”
The Consul’s eyes sharpened. “Anz
