 What happened to the Delegate?
The DELEGATE FROM VENUS By HENRY SLESAR ILLUSTRATOR NOVICK Everybody was waiting to see what the delegate from Venus looked like. And all they got for their patience was the biggest surprise since David clobbered Goliath. " Let me put it this way," Conners said paternally. One part of his mind wanted him to play it cagey, to behave the way the newspaper wanted him to behave, to protect the cozy Washington assignment he had waited four years to get. "It just seemed strange, all these exchanges of couriers in the past two days. It wasn't the newsmen's jibes that bothered him; it was the certainty that something of major importance was happening in the capitol. In a secluded booth at the rear of a restaurant unfrequented by newsmen, Greta leaned forward and said: "At first, they thought it was another sputnik." "They have been in contact with it now for about three days, and they're thinking of calling a plenary session of the UN just to figure out what to do about it. The only hitch is, Russia doesn't want to wait that long, and is asking for a hurry-up summit meeting to make a decision." "Their delegate. The Senator thinks that if we don't agree, they might do something drastic, like blow us all up. The press secretary's secretary, a massive woman with gray hair and impervious to charm, guarded the portals of his office with all the indomitable will of the U. S. Marines.
 It self-destructed.
 The Marines destroyed it.  It self-destructed.  It returned to Venus.  It was locked inside a bomb shelter.