"Well, now, there's an interesting question. The next element down the ladder is platinum.[2] It's quite possible that--" [Footnote 2: Platinum has a weight of 195 plus, and a net Positive nuclear charge of 78.--Author.] "Wait a minute," interrupted the skipper. "Did you say _platinum_?" "Yes. Why?" "Nothin'. That is, nothin' much." The skipper rose and strode to the intercommunicating phone. "Ross?" he yelled. "Listen--I want you to get this crate ready to roll again. We're takin' off for Venus first thing in the mornin'. An', hey, Ross! Send to the warehouse for about five--no, make it six--dozen Forenzi jars. Yeah, Forenzi jars, I said. "And Ross--get the biggest ones they got! The Corporation ain't found it out yet, but we're goin' into the transmutin' business. And Mister Biggs comes aboard as First Mate!"