 What would happen if the supply of Latonka were to be cut off?
Red Witch of Mercury By EMMETT McDOWELL Death was Jaro Moynahan's stock in trade, and every planet had known his touch. Fans spaced about the garden's walls sluggishly stirred the night air, while the men and women sitting at the tables drank heavily of Latonka, the pale green wine of Mercury. "No! Mercury is not ready for freedom. The revolution is scheduled to break during the Festival of the Rains. If it does, the Terrestrials here will be massacred. Jaro Moynahan wiped the sweat from his forehead with a fine duraweb handkerchief. I am to offer you ten thousand Earth notes to kill Karfial Hodes." Jaro Moynahan refilled their empty glasses. One moment the garden was glowing in light, the next the hot black night swooped down on the revelers, pressing against their eyes like dark wool. Jaro Moynahan sat quietly back down and poured himself another glass of Latonka. On the hot, teeming planet of Mercury it was as refreshing as a cold plunge. Peet controlled the Latonka trade for which there was a tremendous demand throughout the Universe. For centuries they had lived most their lives beneath ground to escape the terrible rays of the sun. If the girl had been abducted, only Mercurians could have engineered it in the dark; and the Mercurians were a clannish lot. Somewhere in those rat-runs was Karfial Hodes, the revolutionist, and the girl. Jaro Moynahan In the East a sullen red glow stained the heavens like the reflection of a fire.
 Albert Peet would lose his fortune.
 The Latonka Trust stock would increase.  Mercury Sam’s Garden would gain customers.  Demand would decrease throughout the universe.  Albert Peet would lose his fortune.