"My name isn't Doc." There was increasing bitterness in his voice. "It's Leo. It's just that it amuses _him_ to call me that, because I happen to be a petrologist." "Oh," said Leila. She watched him cross the room and toss his space suit onto a hanger, return and sprawl limply in the chair behind the desk. Then she remembered that she was a reporter with the biggest story of her life to get. "Perhaps you can tell me something of what I need to know," she suggested. Leo Chaikoski stared fixedly at the tangle of papers. "What do you mean?" "Well ..." she hesitated. "Something about the general setup here, to begin with." "Setup? It's simple enough. Paul Gedner gives the orders to the Woollies and to the rest of us--officially, he's only the Woolly boss, but--well, you seem to know him." "Yes," said Leila. "I have a degree from North American Geological, so whenever the Woollies have worked out a jade site, I go out and kick over a couple of rocks to uncover a new one. It's not a job--the surface supply will outlast the market. Paige keeps the accounts and production records and makes out requisitions once in a while and spends the rest of his time with a book and a bottle. Chandler--was--our maintenance man for the mechanical equipment. And the Woollies dig the jade and load it when the rocket comes, and Saturn Colonial pays our salaries." But Leila seized on the mention of the dead man. She said, "I'm here to get the facts on Chandler's death, you know." * * * * * His head snapped up; the girl fancied she saw alarm flash into his eyes. Then he looked down again. "You'd better ask the others. They were both there when it happened; I wasn't." "But you must know how it happened." "Chandler was out at the diggings, inspecting a drill, when one of the Woollies on the job attacked him. There wasn't any provocation, nor any warning. Paul killed the Woolly with that gun he carries, but Chandler was done for." There was a guarded look in the scarred face, and Leila was not satisfied. She remembered her training in interviewing--the you-approach. "What do _you_ think made that Woolly run amok?" she demanded pointblank. Leo rose to his feet with a jerk, as if the abrupt question had carried a physical impact. He said in a savage voice, "I don't think, I--" He bit off the last word and fell silent, the great scar growing more apparent as his face paled. His eyes strayed fearfully toward the outer door; then he looked back at the girl and advancing toward her, lowered his voice. "Listen, I'll tell you. But you mustn't let _him_ see that you know.... Paul killed Chandler." Leila sat open-mouthed. But there was no need for her to say anything; the words came now from Leo Chaikoski in a jerky torrent.