There was silence. "We have the only plans," the professor said, gripping his briefcase more tightly. "I am the inventor of the ship, so naturally I would have them." _If we brought back some specimens of Venusian life--of intelligent Venusian life--to prove we'd been here...._ "Matter of fact, old fellow," Mortland said, "we took all the plans with us so they couldn't build another ship and follow--" "Mortland!" the professor exclaimed. "But they're telepaths," Miss Anspacher said. "They must know already." Everyone turned to look at the saurians. "I have ... certain information," Jrann-Pttt admitted, "but I cannot understand it. You are in trouble with your rulers because they would not give you the funds, claiming space travel was impossible?" "That's right," Bernardi said. _Not really specimens, you understand. Guests._ "And you went ahead and appropriated the funds and materials from your government, since you were in a trusted position where you could do so?" Bernardi nodded. "Of course the question is now academic, for the ship is gone, but since you proved the possibility of space travel by coming here, wouldn't your government then dismiss the charges against you?" "That's exactly what I keep telling him!" Mrs. Bernardi exclaimed. But her husband shook his head. "The law is inflexible. We have broken it and must be punished, even if by breaking it we proved its fundamental error." _Why let him know our plans?_ _Why, Jrann-Pttt, that sounds just like our own government, doesn't it?_ _Yes, it does. We should be able to establish a very satisfactory mode of living with these strangers._ "We'd hoped that after a year or so the whole thing would die down," Mortland explained frankly, "and we'd go back as heroes." "Do you know the way to your home, Jrann-Pttt?" the professor asked anxiously. "Since we were able to catch a glimpse of the sun, I think I can figure out roughly where we are. All we must do is walk some two hundred kilometers in that direction--" he waved an arm to indicate the way--"and we should be at the capital." "Will your people accept us as refugees?" Miss Anspacher demanded bluntly, "or will we be captives?" _Which is what I'll bet the good professor is planning for you, if only he can figure some way to get you and, of course, ourselves back._ "We should be proud to accept you as citizens and to receive the benefits of your splendid technology. Our laboratories will be placed at your disposal." "Well, that's better than we hoped for," the professor said, brightening. "We had expected to have to carve our own laboratories out of the wilderness. Now we shall be able to carry on our researches in comfort." _No need to trouble the natives; we'll be able to raise the ship ourselves. Or build a new one. And I'll see to it personally that they have special quarters in the zoo with a considerable amount of privacy._ "If I were you, I wouldn't trust him too far," the captain warned. "He's a foreigner."