Ward cut the microphone in again. "PV, Pali-Vanyi. Notice to all spacemen: Due to an emergency the range was rotated ninety degrees counter-clockwise during the past half hour. Any ships following the western leg into PV should be on the southern leg. Come into the field from the south and swing around for normal landings in accordance with regulations. The beam is now in normal operation." Silvy Ward arose, began to stretch his tired, slender body, and then he glimpsed the chronometer. It was within seconds of zero-one-three-zero. "Wagner, have you got that keyer fixed?" "Watch!" Wagner grinned at him. There was a whir. The interlock cam relay in the device started to turn, keying out its message across some fifty million miles of space, a message which beyond a shadow of a doubt was crackling some moments later in the receivers of the two earth cruisers at perihelion, telling them that they were on their trajectory course and all was well. The televisorphone buzzed urgently. Quickly Ward snapped it on. Portiz' face appeared on the grid. "Everything under control?" "Yes. And where in the devil are you?" "Gasuki's. I needed a drink after those bombs landed on my tail."