"By the way," said Chambers, the edge suddenly off his voice, "how are
things going in the Jovian confederacy? I trust you left everything in
good shape."
"As good as could be expected," Stutsman replied. "The people are still
uneasy, half angry. They still remember Mallory."
"But Mallory," objected Chambers, "is on a prison ship. In near Mercury
now, I believe."
Stutsman shook his head. "They still remember him. We'll have trouble
out there one of these days."
"I would hate to have that happen," remarked Chambers softly. "I would
regret it very much. I sent you out there to see that nothing happened."
"The trouble out there won't be a flash to this thing you were telling
me about," snapped Stutsman.
"I'm leaving that in your hands, too," Chambers told him. "I know you
can take care of it."