“Yes.” As he spoke, the picture of his information clerk flashed on the disc. The word “Yes” had completed the connection. “Mr. Evans of the ‘_Globe_’ would like to know if you are ready to interview the representatives of the press.” “Any other reporters waiting?” “There are twenty-seven in the reception room. Mr. Evans says you told them all to come at once.” “I did,” replied Dustin. “Send them up in five minutes. Off.” When he spoke the word “Off,” the picture disappeared, the connection having been broken by this word uttered alone with sharp emphasis. While Roger went out for chairs, he rose and walked to the window. For some time he stood there, gazing at the smokeless, chimney-less factories beneath him. During twenty of the thirty years of his life, or until 1954, there had been chimneys on these factories. Combustion—the burning of coal and oil—had been necessary to keep their wheels turning. But Dustin had changed all this by his invention which economically captured and stored the energy of the sun, converting it into electricity for light, heat and power, and putting manufacturing on a newer, cleaner basis. Now, at the age of thirty, he had lived to see his sun power units in almost universal use. The money derived from this he had immediately diverted to research and experiment with a still mightier objective in view—to harness the power of the atom. On the eve of success he found his funds nearly dissipated, and therefore spent his last few dollars in the building of an emplacement, a gun, and a projectile, for the purpose of winning the million dollar reward offered by the Associated Governments of the Earth to the man who could first succeed in touching the moon with a finger of terrestrial matter. He turned from the window as Roger ushered in a group of eager, expectant reporters, and said: “Take seats, gentlemen.” Twenty-eight chairs creaked. Twenty-eight automatic interview recorders were quickly swung forward on their shoulder straps and adjusted. Then there was a tense moment of silence. Ted cleared his throat. “You fellows know,” he said, “that science, having conquered the air, now wants to conquer interplanetary space. The first logical step is the shortest one. The nearest heavenly body being our moon, and that being far enough away to present a pretty tough problem, the princely reward of a million dollars has been offered the man who will first send a projectile or vehicle across this space and prove it to the satisfaction of the Associated Governments of the Earth.