s squarely in the middle of his desk。 Then walk out and e back here。〃
〃And if I don't？〃
〃Then we throw you in the chasm and forget about it。〃
It was well after dawn。 A sleepy camp was recovering from hangovers。
The volunteer； feeling very nervous； pleaded at least for a canister of tup。 Then； fortified； he walked out； got on a zipbus； got off； got in the elevator； went up to tower level and entered the clerk's outer room。 He froze。 The old criminal chief clerk was sitting there； back to the door。
With no choice but the chasm if he did and the chasm if he didn't； the volunteer walked boldly across the room。
The old chief clerk glanced up。 〃He isn't here；〃 he muttered and went back to his work。
The volunteer pretended he had not heard。 He walked to Hisst's office door and went in。 The place impressed him very unfavorably： one whole wall was glass； a throne chair that looked like tomb…loot was behind the desk。 But the volunteer wasted no time。
He took the envelope out of his coat。 He laid it on the desk and propped it up with a stinger。 Anybody who sat down would be hit with the address。
The volunteer walked out。
The chief clerk muttered； 〃I told you he wasn't here。〃
The volunteer got into the hall。
Meanwhile Snelz was experiencing shock and heart failure。 The volunteer had no more than gotten on the zipbus when the feeling of being smart and clever turned； in Snelz； to horror。
THE MODEL 99 LANDED！
In a state of acute paralysis he watched Madison get out； walk through the dust to the barricade before the zip…bus。 Snelz didn't dare breathe。 Would the officer on duty notice he was logging Madison in TWICE？
Action was the answer to everything with Snelz。 He drew a hand blastgun； fired at the top of a pole and shattered the light。 He ducked。
As glass showered down； the guards raced for cover。 Madison put into action his own method of escape。 He swung aboard a zipbus quickly and looked back as it sped away into the tunnel。
Not daring to think what would happen when Madison ran into 〃Madison〃 in the elevator or hall； he did something he almost never did： he prayed。
The volunteer； meanwhile； was waiting in the hall for an elevator shaft to signal it was clear。 Somebody was ing up！
Not wanting anything like a confrontation； possibly even with Lombar； the volunteer looked hastily around。 There was a big box of fresh puter paper in the hall。 It was only four feet high but he quickly dived behind it。 Peering out； he was horrified to see the real Madison step out of the shaft！
The instant the hall was clear； the volunteer dived headfirst into the shaft to get out of there。
The real Madison walked into the clerk's office。
〃What'd you do？〃 the chief clerk said； after an indifferent glance。 〃Forget something？〃
Madison walked on into Lombar's office； saying； 〃I'll wait。〃
He had the newest clippings from the press。 They gave a lot of juicy speeches about Hisst wanting law and order and raging about anyone trying to defame the honor of Apparatus officers； and he knew these shots of his angry face would delight Lombar no end。 He wanted to make a nice display of them on the desk。
A stinger was propping up a big envelope and he accidentally knocked it down。 He set it up once more。 But it was in the way of his clipping spread。 He decided it should be put further back。 He took hold of it once more and moved the stinger and； then； with a double take； suddenly registered what was in his hand。
He stared； stunned。
TO LOMBAR HISST
FROM JETTERO HELLER
Private。 Personal。 Secret。
How had that gotten there？
It was still sealed。
Lombar hadn't seen it yet。
Not knowing anything about Heller's admonition to Snelz that Lombar would have the messenger killed； particularly if the seals were broken； Madison quivered with greed to know。
What was this？ Some secret munication line？
And as it was from the only reason he was doing all he was doing； he could hardly resist。
He broke the seals。
It was all quiet in the outer office。
Madison swiftly read：
Hisst；
Greetings and salutations and all that son of thing； none of them sincere：
You have known for some time the pany I've been enjoying as I left you the present of my baton。
As you know…for you keep saying so on Homeview…His Majesty is suffering from an indisposition； and we really do not want to trouble him with such a small matter as signing and sealing a Royal proclamation declaring you a traitor and a menace to the state。
However； we can promise you that in the event you seek to use the Army or the Fleet in attacking Calabar； the proclamation will be issued and that will be the end of Hisst。 So my advice to you is simply to fly into a few rages； shoot some of your own staff and let nature take its course。
Hoping not to have the
pleasure of seeing you
hanging on the gallows；
Jettero Heller
Madison read it again。 Suddenly everything began to click together。 Time after time he had told Hisst that all he had to do was get a Royal proclamation about this thing or that： Hisst every time had looked extremely cagey！
Madison abruptly understood。
There was no Emperor back of that Palace City door Hisst guarded and saw guarded so carefully！
Jettero Heller had kidnapped the Emperor！
So THAT was what this was all about！
Madison glanced around。 He did not think that he was in any way observed。
This was not a munication line。 It was a first time。
Risks were the very thing his profession was made of。 Madison put the envelope and despatch in his own briefcase。 He left no trace of it on the desk。
He arranged his PR display of clippings。 He went into the clerk's office。 He said； 〃Have there been any urgent messages for Hisst？〃
The old clerk shook his head。
A surge of elation coursed through Madison。 What an outlaw！ Heller had somehow； unbeknownst to anyone； slipped into this office； maybe from the roof； and had left Hisst this envelope。
Looking very calm； Madison sat down at the console of the puter and； as though to pass the time； began to extract bits of information he might find handy； such as the strength of forces on the planet Calabar。 Then he began to tally up the enormous numbers available in the Army and the Fleet。
Obviously； from the message； Heller didn't want these people after him。 Madison was trying to work out how he could acplish just that。
Oh； what headlines all this would eventually make！
Not right now； of course； but later when he had his campaign all worked out and perfect。
If he had had any slightest doubt before； that he would make his goal； he had none now。 He would； for sure； return to Earth in glory…if； of course； there was anything left of it。
Hisst came in an hour later。 Madison walked with the man into his office。 Hisst was very pleased with the press。
〃Things are going well；〃 said Hisst。
〃Yes； we'll have you Emperor in no time；〃 said Madison。
HE DID NOT SAY ONE SINGLE WORD ABOUT THE HELLER DESPATCH！
Snelz； when the volunteer； sneaking past the barricade； had returned； sighed with relief。
He saw Hisst arrive and go up to the tower。
Neither the chief nor the real Madison came out。
He could only assume that the message had been delivered。
For a second time； a message which would have forestalled an invasion of Earth had been stopped en route。
And not only that； this one had fallen into the hands of a man to whom it gave total power： J。 Walter Madison； who could use it in any villainous way he chose and at a moment when he considered it would be the most advantageous in a headline。
KNOWLEDGE WAS POWER！ And Madison now knew that he was the only one on Voltar with the vital； pivotal information that the Emperor was on Calabar and Heller was holding him a captive！
WHAT A STORY！
But not for now。 No； no； not for now。 This one had to be built up to with the biggest BANG this universe had ever heard！
As he returned to Joy City； the glee in Madison threatened to bubble out and explode！
The fate of two empires was truly up for grabs！ And J。 Warbler Madman was the one who would do the tossing！
PART EIGHTY…ONE
Chapter 1
The first toss by Madison came the moment Soltan Gris took the stand in the crowded courtroom。
Lord Turn had bowed to the pleas of his own guard captains； the newssheets and the Domestic Police； who all promised they c