Agnes Douglas did not wait for her husband to act in the case of the missing Man from Mars.  All of her husband's personal staff took orders as readily from her as from him... in some cases, even more readily.  She sent for the chief executive assistant for civil information, as Mr. Douglas's press agent was called, then turned her attention to the most urgent emergency measure, that of getting a fresh horoscope cast.  There was a private, scrambled link from her suite in the Palace to Madame Vesant's studio; the astrologer's plump, bland features and shrewd eyes came on the screen almost at once. "Agnes?  What is it, dear?  I have a client with me."