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"It was a civil question, Loring," he said stiffly, "but you don't have to say anything if you don't want to!" Loring and Mason had not expected such a strong defense of the cadet, and Loring was quick to make amends. "I'm sorry I guess I'm still a bit shaken up," he muttered. Stefens grunted.

"I said I wanted the radar section of the communications deck closed and sealed off until further investigations. You can hook up and use one of the monitors in the traffic control meantime." The two red-clad spacemen turned and walked away. Stefens stood to one side. "Don't you think that's carrying things a little too far, sir?" he asked Connel.

Yes, thought Connel to himself, as Stefens' voice began to crackle harshly on the audiograph, if Manning was guilty, then Manning would most certainly pay. Connel would see to that. Deep in the heart of the space station, Loring and Mason were huddled over steaming cups of coffee whispering to each other cautiously. "Want more coffee, Mason?" asked Loring.

"Ah say, Captain, what do you expect the investigation to turn up?" "The true facts," replied Stefens. "Whether the crash was due to the negligence of Cadet Manning or something that happened on the ship." "Then you really think the cadet may be responsible?" asked Loring softly. "He admits to negligence, and the Annie Jones is a lot of evidence," said Stefens with a shrug, and walked out.

He had been so fascinated by the room's sheer magic and by Stefens' sure control of the traffic that he hadn't had a chance to think. "I I don't have one yet, sir," he managed finally. "I want five questions within five minutes!" snapped Stefens, "and they better be rocket-blasting good questions!" He turned back to the monitors.

"Send out a radar blip for them to pick up. I'll check the cargo and make sure it's lashed down for landing. Captain Stefens is tough when it comes to being shipshape." The freighter blasted evenly, smoothly onward through the darkness of space in a straight line for the man-made satellite.

The Venusport Space Line is overloading again...." On and on he went, with Tom standing to one side watching with wide-eyed wonder as the many ships were maneuvered into and out of the station. Suddenly Stefens turned to Tom. "Well, Corbett," he rasped, "what's the first question?" Tom gulped.

He warned everybody to get off that side of the station. A lot of damage but no casualties." "Don't you have any idea what made the ship crash?" asked Tom quietly. Loring looked at Tom but spoke to Stefens. "I told you all I know, sir. Can I expect to be questioned by everyone in the Solar Guard. Including cadets?" Stefens bristled.

So if they were just hooking a ride, it might be they're telling the truth!" "I have a report here on the damage to the station, sir, if you'd like to listen to it," said Stefens, handing his superior a spool of audiotape. "Good! Did you make out the report yourself?" asked Connel. "Yes, sir. With the assistance of Terry Scott and Cadet Corbett." "Good lad, that Corbett," said Connel and paused.

Tom, in the bucket seat of the jet boat, strained his eyes but was unable to see over the control board. Terry Scott, in a second jet boat ten miles away, answered quickly, "Yes, I think I see it, sir." "Good!" shouted Stefens. "Maybe we've found something." He spoke to Tom over his shoulder, keeping his eye on the floating objects in the black void of space.

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