 What were the lights Lowry saw in the dark?
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Planet Stories Winter 1944. But after all, they're human beings, just like us—" "Not any more. Four or five generations ago they were. "Acclimation," Lowry said scientifically. "They had to acclimate themselves to Venus's climate. He stared at the wooden shacks that were the outskirts of the native city, dimly visible through the ever-present Venusian mist. The native guard of honor, posted a hundred yards from the Earth-ship, stood stolidly at attention with their old-fashioned proton-rifles slung over their backs. A few natives were gazing wonderingly at the great ship, but made no move to pass the line of guards. "Of course," Lowry said suddenly, "there's a minority who are afraid of us. They think there will be hordes of immigrants from Earth, now that we know Venus is habitable. And there's some sort of a paltry underground group that is spreading the word that the immigrants will drive the native Venusians—the descendants of the first expedition, that is—right down into the mud. Lowry, interrupted in the middle of a word, jerked his head back and stared unbelievingly at the tell-tale next to the annunciator. Sure enough, it was glowing red—might have been glowing for minutes. But even while he was giving orders, the warning light flickered suddenly and went out. "From their own mouths you have heard it. Therefore, it must not return."
 Svan and his conspirators
 Svan and his conspirators  The guards  The delegation  Another spy-ray