"Hunch," said the _Times_ man. "Sheer hunch. Everything sailing along too smoothly, everyone taking too much for granted." Nathen relaxed slightly. "I'm still listening." "Something about the way they move...." Nathen shifted to glance at him. "That's bothered me, too." "Are you sure they're adjusted to the right speed?" Nathen clenched his hands out in front of him and looked at them consideringly. "I don't know. When I turn the tape faster, they're all rushing, and you begin to wonder why their clothes don't stream behind them, why the doors close so quickly and yet you can't hear them slam, why things fall so fast. If I turn it slower, they all seem to be swimming." He gave the _Times_ a considering sidewise glance. "Didn't catch the name." Country-bred guy, thought the _Times_. "Jacob Luke, _Times_," he said, extending his hand. Nathen gave the hand a quick, hard grip, identifying the name. "Sunday Science Section editor. I read it. Surprised to meet you here." "Likewise." The _Times_ smiled. "Look, have you gone into this rationally, with formulas?" He found a pencil in his pocket. "Obviously there's something wrong with our judgment of their weight-to-speed-to-momentum ratio. Maybe it's something simple like low gravity aboard ship, with magnetic shoes. Maybe they _are_ floating slightly." "Why worry?" Nathen cut in. "I don't see any reason to try to figure it out now." He laughed and shoved back his black hair nervously. "We'll see them in twenty minutes." "Will we?" asked the _Times_ slowly. There was a silence while the Senator turned a page of his magazine with a slight crackling of paper, and the scientists argued at the other end of the room. Nathen pushed at his lank black hair again, as if it were trying to fall forward in front of his eyes and keep him from seeing. "Sure." The young man laughed suddenly, talked rapidly. "Sure we'll see them. Why shouldn't we, with all the government ready with welcome speeches, the whole Army turned out and hiding over the hill, reporters all around, newsreel cameras--everything set up to broadcast the landing to the world. The President himself shaking hands with me and waiting in Washington--" He came to the truth without pausing for breath. He said, "Hell, no, they won't get here. There's some mistake somewhere. Something's wrong. I should have told the brasshats yesterday when I started adding it up. Don't know why I didn't say anything. Scared, I guess. Too much top rank around here. Lost my nerve." He clutched the _Times_ man's sleeve. "Look. I don't know what--" A green light flashed on the sending-receiving set. Nathen didn't look at it, but he stopped talking. * * * * * The loudspeaker on the set broke into a voice speaking in the alien's language. The Senator started and looked nervously at it, straightening his tie. The voice stopped. Nathen turned and looked at the loudspeaker. His worry seemed to be gone.