_"Coming immediately, with full crew. Congratulations. NEWTON."_ * * * * * Others were from Grand Fleet, regarding the measures being taken for the fleet rendezvous, and the part the Simonidean sector was to play. Another was from the planetographers, giving the spatial location of Algon, with the note that they had finally found it on a star map, and that a survey ship was being sent there at once. Hanlon punched a stud. "Stay away from Algon," he rapped out when the scientist's face appeared on the screen. "Don't send that ship until you get permission. Just forget all about even having heard of Algon!" The elder looked questioningly at the youthful civilian giving him such orders. "I don't know ..." "Hawarden speaking," the admiral pushed Hanlon aside and glared into the screen. "That's an order! Forget it, as you were told!" "Yes, sir. It's forgotten." Hanlon turned wearily to the admiral. "I'm minus on sleep and strength right now, sir. Think I'll go get some rest. In the morning I'll come back and we'll start searching Bohr's stuff." "Right, I could use some caulking-off myself. A couple more orders, then I'm going home. Do you want to bunk here at Base?" "No, guess I'd better go back to the hotel. I can't appear here too much, you know--might be recognized by some Terran officer. And that brings up a problem. What will be my apparent status before the crews doing the searching?" "Civilian specialist, called in by the Corps," Hawarden was used to quick decisions. "We often use such. I'll sign a pass for you. Better use a disguise and different name, hadn't you?" Hanlon nodded. "False mustache, skin darkened, contact lenses to color my eyes. And I'll call myself Spencer Newton." Hawarden looked surprised. "You pick a name fast." The SS man grinned back. "It's the one I was born with,"--and then the admiral really was surprised, but asked no questions. He filled in the pass with that name. "Better come directly into this private office." * * * * * When they met in the morning Hawarden complimented Hanlon on his disguise, then quickly reported he had already assembled crews and one was working at the imperial palace and the other at the ex-Prime Minister's own residence. "Good," Hanlon was well-rested and his voice was crisp. "I think I'll start at Bohr's place." The two officers left Base, a staff car rushing them to the ministerial residence. They entered and Hawarden led the way down a hall towards Bohr's private office. But just as they reached the door and were turning to go in, Hanlon suddenly pushed the admiral past it, then jumped across the opening himself. Hawarden turned in puzzlement, but Hanlon signalled quiet and led him into a small reception room adjoining.