Earth was the center of a vast and spreading civilization. Men went out to settle the newly discovered planets while, for the most part, women tended to remain behind. More than that, there were some women who came to Earth from planets that had been settled longer, attracted by the glamor of an older civilization and high-paying jobs, never realizing until they got there the other conditions that went with it. Earth's dilemma was therefore a partial solution to one of the problems of his own planet. But the important problem, getting the name changed to Mezzerow, was harder than he had anticipated. He wasn't looking forward to tomorrow. He noticed Mary Ellen glancing curiously around. "Is there anything wrong?" he asked. "Nooo. It's just sort of funny that you'd stay here--in the heart of the unmarried girls' residential district." She grinned at him. "Maybe I'd better go in with you." "I think you'd better," he said. That's what the pudgy clerk had meant. He should have listened to him and gone to the men's hotel. The lobby was crowded with women, many of whom, he suspected, had been waiting for their return. On a man-starved planet, word got around. Perhaps he was imagining it, but he thought he heard an audible sigh of disappointment when they came in with Mary Ellen. She had more than repaid them for the few anxious moments she had caused. Much more, though she didn't know it yet. They went directly to their rooms and Marcus sent Wilbur inside, lingering at the door to talk with the girl. "Should I come in?" she asked hopefully. "I'm really sorry about your legs." "You will not come in, Mary Ellen. I don't trust myself alone with you." "You mean it?" "I was never more sincere." He almost believed it himself. "We don't _have_ to get married if you're not going to be here long enough to make it worthwhile," she said happily. "I was thinking--" He glanced warningly inside the room. "He's a big nuisance," she whispered. "Look. I've got to work tomorrow, but in the evening I'll be free. Put the kid on a merry-go-round and come and see me, huh?" She threw her arms around Marcus and kissed him passionately. Then she turned and ran down the hall. Marcus shook his head and went into his room. * * * * * In the morning, Marcus had little difficulty contacting an infolegger. For a rather large sum, a map purporting to show the location of A-CELO exchanged hands. For another sum, a map of the principal transportation tubes was added to it. Both were assuredly out of date in many respects, but were probably correct in the one detail Marcus was concerned with.