Only Neel’s phone was a deadly weapon. Product of a research into sudden death that he had never been aware of before. All he had to do was get it near Hengly, the mechanism had been armed when he put it on. It had a range of two feet. As soon as it was that far from any part of his body it would be actuated.

“Can I ask you a question, Hengly?” His words cut loudly through the run of the other man’s speech.

Hengly frowned at the interruption, then nodded permission. “Go ahead,” he said. “What would you like to know?”

“The obvious. Why did you do it? Change sides I mean. Give up a positive work, for this⁠ ⁠… this negative corruption.⁠ ⁠…”

“That’s how much you know about it.” Hengly was shouting now. “Positive, negative. War, peace. Those are just words, and it took me years to find it out. What could be more positive than making something of my life⁠—and of this planet at the same time. It’s in my power to do it, and I’ve done it.”

“Power, perhaps that’s the key word,” Neel said, suddenly very tired. “We have the stars now but we have carried with us our little personal lusts and emotions. There’s nothing wrong with that, I suppose, as long as we keep them personal. It’s when we start inflicting them on others the trouble starts. Well, it’s over now. At least this time.”

With a single, easy motion he unclipped the radiophone and flipped it across the desk towards Hengly.

“Goodbye,” he said.

The tiny mechanism clattered onto the desk and Hengly leaped back, shouting hoarsely. He pulled the gun up and tried to aim at the radiophone and at Neel at the same time. It was too late to do either. There was a brief humming noise from the phone.