Chapter 8

"Plenty rough," Corriston conceded. "But it's not myself I'm worried about." "Did you know that a man has just been murdered?" "I know," Corriston said. "With a poisoned barb. A Martian barb. It's a plant found only on Mars. We have him stretched out on a table in the sick bay now. But he isn't sick; he's a corpse. Tell me something, Lieutenant, did you just tangle with the man who did it?" "I think so," Corriston said. "In fact, I'd stake my commission on it." "I see. Well, you'd better tell me about it. Tell me e…