"Your business?" The Martian Proctor's parchment-like face was blank as he examined Lynn's pass-card impassively. "Since when are Internationals given explanations?" Mark Lynn's dark green eyes glowed. "I've been given none." "In the Council Hall, humility's essential." The tall Martian drew himself erect, arrogantly. "See that you observe it, then." Lynn barked laconically and turning entered the tube, while the violet-eyed Planetarian gasped in incredulity. When the door of the tube in which h