"Somewhere," I said, trying to frown at her, and not succeeding, "and
worried to death. If I was him I would skin you alive."
"I just wanted a chance to come to Venus. That's why I took the job as
maid to Mrs. Campbell. I knew that she was tremendously wealthy and
came to Venus every year to the beauty culturists."
I didn't press the subject. The sky over Venus hadn't faded her
complexion much, luckily.
It was still fine, even if she did look a little beat.
We went out into the hallway and I yelled for Harry. He answered. He
seemed to be outside.
I looked out one of the ventilation slits. He was standing out there
with his back to me, looking into the rainbow garden. The mists were
rising in wispy colors here and there, and I could tell without looking
at my chrono that the long Venusian night was approaching, for the
distorted shapes of the trees were vague, and could no longer be seen
more than a few yards away.
"Up here!" I said. And he looked up.
He pointed to the garden. "Thought I heard somebody calling out there,"
he said, pointing.
"Don't go away," I said. "And don't go in there, whatever you do. I'll
be right out."