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never been in here before.”
    â€œNever?” The Attendant was surprised.
    That had been the wrong thing to say, Lantry realized. But it was said, nevertheless. “I mean,” he said. “Not really. I mean, when you’re a child, somehow, you don’t pay attention. I suddenly realized tonight that I didn’t really know the Incinerator.”
    The Attendant smiled. “We never know anything, do we, really? I’ll be glad to show you around.”
    â€œOh, no. Never mind. It—it’s a wonderful place.”
    â€œYes, it is.” The Attendant took pride in it. “One of the finest in the world, I think.”
    â€œI—” Lantry felt he must explain further. “I haven’t had many relatives die on me since I was a child. In fact, none. So, you see I haven’t been here for many years.”
    â€œI see.” The Attendant’s face seemed to darken somewhat.
    What’ve I said now, thought Lantry. What in God’s name is wrong? What’ve I done? If I’m not careful I’ll get myself shoved right into that damnable firetrap. What’s wrong with this fellow’s face? He seems to be giving me more than the usual going over.
    â€œYou wouldn’t be one of the men who’ve just returned from Mars, would you?” asked the Attendant.
    â€œNo. Why do you ask?”
    â€œNo matter.” The Attendant began to walk off. “If you want to know anything, just ask me.”
    â€œJust one thing,” said Lantry
    â€œWhat’s that?”
    â€œThis.”
    Lantry dealt him a stunning blow across the neck.
    He had watched the fire-trap operator with expert eyes. Now, with the sagging body in his arms, he touched the button that opened the warm outer lock, placed the body in, heard the music rise, and saw the inner lock open. The body shot out into the river of fire. The music softened.
    â€œWell done, Lantry, well done.”
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    B ARELY AN INSTANT LATER another Attendant entered the room. Lantry was caught with an expression of pleased excitement on his face. The Attendant looked around as if expecting to find someone, then he walked toward Lantry. “May I help you?”
    â€œJust looking,” said Lantry.
    â€œRather late at night,” said the Attendant.
    â€œI couldn’t sleep.”
    That was the wrong answer, too. Everybody slept in this world. Nobody had insomnia. If you did you simply turned on a hypno-ray, and, sixty seconds later, you were snoring. Oh, he was just full of wrong answers. First he had made the fatal error of saying he had never been in the Incinerator before, when he knew damned well that all children were brought here on tours, every year, from the time they were four, to instill the idea of the clean fire death and the Incinerator in their minds. Death was a bright fire, death was warmth and the sun. It was not a dark, shadowed thing. That was important in their education. And he, pale thoughtless fool, had immediately gabbled out his ignorance.
    And another thing, this paleness of his. He looked at his hands and realized with growing terror that a pale man also was non-existent in this world. They would suspect his paleness. That was why the first attendant had asked, “Are you one of those men newly returned from Mars?” Here, now, this new Attendant was clean and bright as a copper penny, his cheeks red with health and energy. Lantry hid his pale hands in his pockets. But he was fully aware of the searching the Attendant did on his face.
    â€œI mean to say,” said Lantry. “I didn’t want to sleep. I wanted to think.”
    â€œWas there a service held here a moment ago?” asked the Attendant, looking about.
    â€œI don’t know, I just came in.”
    â€œI thought I heard the fire lock open and shut.”
    â€œI don’t know,” said Lantry.
    The man pressed a wall button. “Anderson?”
    A voice replied.