 How did Ingra feel at the end?
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Planet Stories Winter 1944. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] The Officer of the Deck was pleased as he returned to the main lock. There was no reason why everything shouldn't have been functioning perfectly, of course, but he was pleased to have it confirmed, all the same. "Everything shipshape, I take it!" But after all, they're human beings, just like us—" "Not any more. Four or five generations ago they were. "They had to acclimate themselves to Venus's climate. A few natives were gazing wonderingly at the great ship, but made no move to pass the line of guards. That's a basic law of—" The annunciator over the open lock clanged vigorously, and a metallic voice rasped: "Officer of the Deck! Instruments reports a spy ray focused on the main lock!" "From their own mouths you have heard it. Ingra, do you still object?" "Then we must act. Therefore, it must not return." "The Council did not know what we would face. The Councilmen could not come to the city and see what strength the Earth-ship has." It will be set by means of this dial—" he touched a spot on the surface of the globe with a pallid finger—"to do nothing for forty hours. There will be danger, I think...." She shook them out and handed the bowl to Svan, who was rapidly creasing the six fatal slips. "You first, Ingra," he said. She reached in mechanically, her eyes intent on his, took out a slip and held it without opening it. One will get out, at the best point we can find. It is almost dusk now. There will be commotion—that is easy enough, after all; a hysterical woman, a few screams, that's all there is to it. And the sixth person will have his chance to steal to the side of the ship. It will not be noticed in the dark—they will take off before sunrise, because they must travel away from the sun to return—in forty hours the danger is removed." Instinctively they had opened the slip, turned it over and over, striving to detect if it was the fatal one. They had felt nothing.... Svan waited impatiently for the chosen one to announce it—a second, ten seconds....
 Worried for Svan and all of them
 Upset because she knew Svan planted a bomb in the car  Excited to fight the guards that were chasing them  Mad at Svan for his dangerous plan  Worried for Svan and all of them