Hanlon's spirit sank. "Keep looking!" he ordered. "Check with the astronomers. It's somewhere around there--I just came from that planet. The sun is hot--looks like Sol from inside Venus's orbit, although I don't think it's as large as Sol." Hawarden then put through his call to the imperial palace, his position as local head of the I-S C getting him fast service. After some haggling with the emperor's secretary, and his insistence that it was a matter of the utmost importance that could not wait until morning, he was finally told His Majesty would see him. "Got it," Hawarden rose. "Come along." Hanlon started toward the door, then looked down at his torn and dirty clothing. "I'm not very presentable." "We can get you a uniform from the barracks." Hanlon thought swiftly. "No, I'd better not chance it, although I'd sure like to." The admiral thought a moment, then stepped back to his desk and pressed a stud. "Roberts, come in here." A young man almost exactly Hanlon's size, wearing civilian clothes, came into the office. Hawarden grinned. "Those do?" The SS man smiled back. "Swell." "Strip," the admiral commanded the astonished clerk. "We need your clothes in a hurry for this man. Quick," as the young man hesitated. Hanlon was already removing his own. "I'll give you a hundred credits for them, Roberts, but this is prime urgent." The other laughed then, and started pulling off his suit as fast as he could. "A hundred'll more than buy me a new one--it's a good bargain." The exchange was quickly made. Hanlon gave the clerk his money, then he and the admiral hurried to the palace, where they were ushered without delay toward the emperor's private study. "Watch me fairly closely," Hanlon whispered as they were walking down the hall. "If I shake my head, he's lying." Admiral Hawarden's eyes widened, and though he said nothing, he was thinking, "This is certainly the most amazing young man I've ever met. Where does the SS get 'em?" They had barely entered the study when a door on the far side of the room opened, and the emperor came in, leaning on the arm of an aide. He sat down heavily behind the ornate desk. "Well well well," he barked pettishly. "What's all this about, sir? What's so important you have to get me out of bed?" "I am most sorry to have put Your Majesty to such inconvenience," Admiral Hawarden said diplomatically, "but you will soon see that this is, indeed, most urgent. It is also very secret, and I respectfully request we be permitted to speak with you alone." The emperor waved his hand impatiently, and the aide retired from the room. Admiral Hawarden set a small box on the desk and turned on a switch. "Just a portable spyray block," he apologized. "I know, I know," came the exasperated voice. "Get on with it, man, I'm tired."