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The admiral glanced at his wrist chronom. "Pretty late, but I'll see." He had just reached for a switch when his call buzzer sounded, and when he activated the screen the planetographer reported, "We can't find any such system on our charts." Hanlon's spirit sank. "Keep looking!" he ordered. "Check with the astronomers. It's somewhere around there I just came from that planet.
"I'm sure glad I decided to take the chance of coming here the Corps must learn of this situation." The superintendent broke in on his thoughts. "I've got to go back to the office before dinner. Go to the commissary store, there, and get your chronom exchanged for one that runs on Algonian time. Yours will be stored for safekeeping and changed back if or when you leave here."
Hanlon's thought was a gasp. He glanced at his chronom, and was amazed. He had been sure this battle had lasted for hours but it was less than ten minutes. It didn't seem possible ... but he quickly remembered what he had learned in school, and knowing something of those terrific powers unleashed there, the wonder was now that it had lasted that long. A speaker near them blared.
If only he knew what this was all about! By the big wall chronom he saw he had already been standing there at rigid attention a full five minutes. The second hand crept around again. Six minutes! It dragged slowly around once again. Seven minutes. Then the unbearable silence was mercifully broken by the admiral's voice. "In some ways, Mister, you're quite a stupid young man," he said.
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