The Delegate from Venus by Henry Slesar Science Fiction Fantasy

<p><strong>Jerry Bridges sitting in the chair opposite his employer's desk chewed on his knuckles and said nothing. </strong>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. But another part of him a rebel part wanted him to stay on the trail of the story he felt sure was about to break.</p><p>I didn't mean to make trouble Mr. Conners he said casually. It just seemed strange all these exchanges of couriers in the past two days. I couldn't help thinking something was up.</p><p>Even if that's true we'll hear about it through the usual channels Conners frowned. But getting a senator's secretary drunk to obtain information-well that's not only indiscreet Bridges. It's downright dirty.</p>