L'Unita and Hoy published identical denunciations of Short's elevation, l'Osservatore Romano and the Christian Science Monitor ignored it, Times of India snickered at it, and the Manchester Guardian simply reported it -- the Fosterites in England were few but extremely militant.

Digby was not pleased with his promotion. The Man from Mars had interrupted him with his work half finished -- and that stupid jackass Short was certain to louse it up. Foster listened with angelic patience until Digby ran down, then said, ``Listen, junior, you're an angel now -- so forget it. Eternity is no time for recriminations. You too were a stupid jackass until you poisoned me. Afterwards you did well enough. Now that Short is Supreme Bishop he'll do all right, he cann't help it. Same as with the Popes. Some of them were warts until they got promoted. Check with one of them, go ahead -- there's no professional jealousy here.''

Digby calmed down, but made one request.

Foster shook his halo. ``You cann't touch him. You shouldn't have tried to. Oh, you can submit a requisition for a miracle if you want to make a fool of yourself. But, I'm telling you, it'll be turned down -- you don't understand the System yet. The Martians have their own setup, different from ours, and as long as they need him, we cann't touch him. They run their show their way -- the Universe has variety, something for everybody -- a fact you field workers often miss.''