"No," Vanning admitted. "I've recognized him before by certain tricks
he's got--the way he walks, the way he jerks his head around suddenly.
Before he came to Venus, I found out, he went to an anthro-surgeon and
got remodeled. A complete new chassis, face and body complete. Even got
skin-grafts on his finger-tips. In time the old prints will grow back,
but not for months. Meantime, Callahan's pretty well disguised."
"Good Lord!" Hobbs said. "One of us--"
Vanning nodded. "When he came to Venus, he put a disguise over his
new, remodeled face. That's gone now, of course. One of you three is
Callahan."
Zeeth, the Venusian native, said softly, "I do not think the usual laws
hold good here."
Sanderson roared with laughter. "Damn right! You expect to arrest your
man and ask the Swamja to imprison him for you?"
Vanning shook his head, smiling crookedly. "Scarcely. I'm getting out
of this place sooner or later, and Callahan's going with me. Later,
I'll bring back troops and clean out the Swamja. But I'm not forgetting
about Callahan."