Aside from marijuana； any LSD trips they had now were totally full of handsome young officers！
Madison stole a peek at the clipping book he was carrying。 The first batches of women were long since returned home。 Just to test his muscle he was getting psychiatry good coverage。 Page after page contained news stories about the marvelous cures it was effecting； how magnificent Crobe was； how misguided any other form of treatment was and how all rival ideas should be crushed out。 Life had bee impossible for publishers and editors unless they ran columns and columns about this marvelous new science imported from Blito…P3！
Oh； there was no doubt of it that psychiatry had all the answers。 They had won press domination on Earth the very same way： get the wives of the publishers and editors on the couch and being liberally （bleeped） and you got all the column inches you could ever want！ And woe betide any petitor in the field： he would be slaughtered！
A voice behind him jarred into his mood。 〃What the hell have you bee？ Some God （bleeped） voyeur？〃
Chapter 2
It was Teenie and she looked very cross。 Her air limousine must have landed in the back near his； for he hadn't heard it。 She was drawing off a pair of black gloves and two maids were hastily attending her。 This was her upper dressing antechamber。
〃Oh； Teenie；〃 said Madison； 〃you have done so well。 Organizing this place and training the officers as you have was a superhuman feat。 And look： here are the first fruits of victory！〃
He shoved the clipping book under her nose。 She shook off a maid who was trying to b out her hair and reorder the ponytail and took the book。
She looked at it。 〃I don't see anything here about Gris。〃
〃No； no。 This just shows the dawning of press control。 Right now they're just bragging about psychiatry。 Isn't it marvelous？ Some of this is front page！ It's never been done before in the history of Voltar！ Influencing their press。〃
〃Listen； buster； I'm helping you for just one reason。 You'll forget that to your sorrow！ I want that Gris spread…eagled on the block down there and hours and hours every day filled with his screams。 I've thought of things way beyond anything dreamed up by Pinch。 And all the way here from Palace City today； I've been thinking up new ones！ Oh； I'm MAD！〃
〃Teenie；〃 said Madison anxiously； well aware it could be himself； not Gris； on the block down there； 〃what has happened？〃
〃The （bleepard） has ruined Too…Too's life； that's what。〃
〃Too…Too？ How？〃
〃That （bleepard） Gris just reached out and smashed him！〃
〃WHAT？ Has Gris escaped？〃
〃No such luck； for maybe then I could trail him down and capture him。 He's still in that stinking Royal prison hiding out from us。 And （bleep） all you've done to get him out and into that dungeon。 I'll let Too…Too tell you…if he can talk。〃
She turned and gave a signal and a guard rushed off。 Teenie took an agitated tour of the ornate dressing antechamber。 She looked like an angry and frustrated menace to Madison。
There was a clatter at the door and two white…coated men brought in a stretcher。 One of Teenie's maids from Palace City was beside it： she was sponging at the forehead of its burden。
Too…Too lay with ashen face； seemingly a corpse。 The men laid the stretcher down upon a sofa and the maid swabbed anxiously at the unconscious visage。
Teenie brushed the maid aside。 She bent down and stroked Too…Too's pretty face。 The makeup was already smeared。 Too…Too did not respond。
Teenie turned to Madison。 〃I brought him with me in the hopes the quiet here would help。 And I also wanted you to hear what a （bleepard） that Gris is。 I'm going to have to use mouth…to…mouth resuscitation。〃 She snapped her fingers and a footman raced in with a silver tray。 Teenie took a joint out of a silver box and lit it。 She then knelt by Too…Too。 She took a puff from it and then laid her lips on Too…Too's and blew。
Too…Too began to cough on the smoke。 Teenie took another puff and； steadying him； pried his lips apart with her tongue and blew。
Too…Too went into a spasm。 He had sat up。 He saw Teenie and put his arm around her and began to cry。
Teenie held him off and made him puff the joint。 This time he inhaled deeply and then the smoke blubbered out amongst his coughs and sobs。
Teenie made him do it again。 He became calmer。
〃Oh； Teenie； dear Teenie；〃 Too…Too said； 〃my life has e to an end。 Hold me close； dear Teenie； so that I can perish in your arms。〃
〃Hush； dear Too…Too； you'll live many a day to be （bleeped） by many men yet。 We're going to get that （bleepard） Gris。 I'll even show you the dungeon where he'll be tortured。 Now tell this man here what you told me so he'll get off his （bleep） and begin working like he meant it！〃
〃It's too painful；〃 said Too…Too。 And Teenie had to get him to puff the joint again。
Too…Too； in a broken voice； began to talk。 Gris had forced him and Oh Dear into being couriers and informers by a mechanism known as magic mail。 Every three months； by mailing a card through a certain slot； an order continued to be held。 But for some reason the Blixo's schedule had been advanced and although Too…Too had mailed the last card he had been given on Earth punctually； as he thought； it had been late。
The order which had been held had already gone。 The mander of the Knife Section on Mistin had received it。 Due to internal Confederacy delays between planets； Too…Too had only now been informed。
HIS MOTHER HAD BEEN MURDERED！
Screaming it out； he went back into a collapse and Teenie had to work hard to revive him。 After more mouth…to…mouth marijuana resuscitation； she said； 〃Now； Too…Too； start from the beginning and begin to spill all the crimes you know that Gris has mitted。〃
Madison listened。 This catamite knew quite a bit。 It was all headline stuff。 Actually； Madison had not been too interested in Gris； regarding him just as a way to get to Heller。 But as he listened he began to get fascinated。 This was juicy copy！
Finally he said； 〃You say he gave you orders to kill old Bawtch and two others in your office。 Won't that implicate you？〃
〃Oh； no！〃 cried Too…Too。 〃I couldn't murder anybody。 I simply told Lombar Hisst。 We just transferred Bawtch to another section。 That was when Hisst began to set Gris up。〃
〃For what？〃 said Madison。
But Too…Too had spent what little energy he had and was collapsed again in Teenie's arms。
〃Now you've heard it；〃 Teenie said； her eyes smoldering as she looked at Madison over Too…Too's head。 〃Don't let any grass grow under your feet。 GET THAT GRIS！〃
Madison grinned。 With material like this； how could he miss？ It would open the door to Heller with a crash。
Chapter 3
Four hours later Madison； in a hurtling Model 99； was hot on the trail。 He had been very intrigued by the information that Gris had been 〃set up。〃 He also knew from recent past experience that the media here had a nasty idea that one should have documents and proof for stories。 While this was far from insurmountable…one could always forge and find false witnesses…it might save him time if he could get his hands on the real thing and； thanks to Too…Too； he was certain that； somewhere； a lot of evidence existed。
He had been cautioned by Lombar's chief clerk not to barge in all the time on Lombar Hisst； so the logical target in this case was the old chief clerk himself。 The man would be； he thought； at Spiteos or the palace。
Madison； having crossed the green seas and now with the mainland under him； was still trying on the munications system to locate his quarry。
Suddenly into his calling； a harsh voice broke in： 〃Divert！ Divert！ This is Apparatus Traffic Surveillance。 J。 Walter Madison； divert from your course at once and proceed to the Office of the Chief of Apparatus； Government City； without delay。〃
〃Oh； boy；〃 said Flick； overhearing it； 〃you're in trouble。〃
〃Why is he in trouble？〃 said Cun who had bullied herself back into her job； Relax Island or no Relax Island。
〃It means they been looking for him；〃 said Flick to Cun。 〃It means they were calling earlier and it means you was out of the airbus instead of standing by its phone。 I bet you got yourself （bleeped）！〃
〃I did not！〃 said Cun savagely。 〃I was just peeking。〃
〃I'll bet you were；〃 said Flick。 〃How e the front of your uniform is wet？〃
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