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up without an interruption—”
    “Don’t let this interrupt you,” Masters broke in. His nails clicked. “We’ll let these three sleep in the lounge. We can finish up the set of indications we’re working on now, and then get rid of them.”
    Overland shook his graying head doubtfully. “It would be unthinkable to subject those two to cuffs for a full month.”
    Masters said irritably, “We’ll give them a parole. Give them their temporary freedom if they agree to submit to handcuffs again when we land on Mars.”
    Tony laughed softly. “Sorry. You can’t trust those two for five minutes, let alone a month.” He paused. “Under the circumstances, professor, I guess you realize I’ve got full power to enforce my request that you take us back to Mars. The primary concern of the government in a case like this would be placing these two in custody. I suggest if we get under way now, you can devote more time to your project.”
    Overland said helplessly, “Of course. But it cuts off my chances of getting to the Christmas banquet at the university.” Disappointment showed in his weak eyes. “There’s a good chance they’ll give me Amos, I guess, but it’s already December third. Well, anyway, we’ll miss the snow.”
    Laurette Overland said bitterly, “I wish we hadn’t landed on 1007. You’d have got along without us then, all right.”
    Tony held her eyes gravely. “Perfectly, Miss Overland. Except that we would have been inhabitants. And, shortly, very, very dead ones.”
    “So?” She glared.
    Erle Masters grabbed the girl’s arm with a muttered word and led her out of the room.
     
    Overland grasped Tony’s arm in a friendly squeeze, eyes twinkling. “Don’t mind them, son. If you or your charges need anything, you can use my cabin. But we’ll make Mars in forty-eight hours, seven or eight of it skimming through the Belt.”
    Tony shook his head dazedly. “Forty-eight hours?”
    Overland grinned. His teeth were slightly tobacco-stained. “That’s it. This is one of the new ships – the H-H drive. They zip along.”
    “Oh! The Fitz-Gerald Contraction?”
    Overland nodded absently and left. Tony stared after him. He was remembering something now – the skeleton.
    Braker said indulgently, “What a laugh.”
    Tony turned.
    “What,” he asked patiently, “is a laugh?”
    Braker thrust out long, heavy legs. He was playing idly with a gold ring on the third finger of his right hand.
    “Oh,” he said carelessly, “a theory goes the rounds the asteroids used to be a planet. They’re not sure the theory is right, so they send a few bearded long faces out to trace down faults and strata and striations on one asteroid and link them up with others. The girl’s old man was just about to nail down 1007 and 70 and Ceres. Good for him. But what the hell! They prove the theory and the asteroids still play ring around the rosy and what have they got for their money?”
    He absently played with his ring.
    Tony as absently watched him turning it round and round on his finger. Something peculiar about—He jumped. His eyes bulged.
    That ring! He leaped to his feet, away from it.
    Braker and Yates looked at him strangely.
    Braker came to his feet, brows contracting. “Say, copper, what ails you? You gone crazy? You look like a ghost.”
    Tony’s heart began a fast, insistent pounding. Blood drummed against his temple. So he looked like a ghost? He laughed hoarsely. Was it imagination that suddenly stripped the flesh from Braker’s head and left nothing but – a skull?
    “I’m not a ghost.” He chattered senselessly, still staring at the ring.
    He closed his eyes tight, clenched his fists.
    “He’s gone bats!” said Yates, incredulously.
    “Bats! Absolutely bats!”
    Tony opened his eyes, looked carefully at Braker, at Yates, at the tapestried walls of the lounge. Slowly, the tensity left him. Now, no matter what developed he would have to keep a hold on himself.
    “I’m all right, Braker.