 Who wanted Jaro dead?
Red Witch of Mercury By EMMETT McDOWELL Death was Jaro Moynahan's stock in trade, and every planet had known his touch. "I did not want to call you in, Jaro Moynahan." Jaro Moynahan wiped the sweat from his forehead with a fine duraweb handkerchief. "There is one man; he is the leader, the very soul of the revolution. The Mercurians worship him. Jaro Moynahan refilled their empty glasses. You've got to find him, Jaro. "Ah," said Jaro Moynahan; "so that's the way it is." Jaro Moynahan slipped sideways from the table. Across the table from Jaro there was the feel of movement; he could sense it. "Red!" said Jaro in a low voice. Jaro Moynahan sat quietly back down and poured himself another glass of Latonka. Peet controlled the Latonka trade for which there was a tremendous demand throughout the Universe. Had the rebels abducted her. As the Mercurian started to leave, a thought struck Jaro. If the girl had been abducted, only Mercurians could have engineered it in the dark; and the Mercurians were a clannish lot. Back on the narrow alley-like street Jaro Moynahan headed for his hostelry. 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. Once back in his room, Jaro Moynahan stripped off his clothes, unbuckled a shoulder holster containing a compressed air slug gun, stepped under the shower.
 Stanley and Mr. Peet
 Karfial Hodes  Miss Mikhail and Miss Webb  the Martian rebellion  Stanley and Mr. Peet