"Is that your luggage?" Herbert jerked his thumb over his shoulder. "It is." Roger smiled confidently, but Herbert merely stared coldly. "You have a peculiar attitude for a candidate, Manning." "Is there a prescribed attitude, Mr. Herbert?" Roger asked, his smile broadening. "If there is, I'll be only too glad to conform to it." Herbert's face twitched almost imperceptibly. Then he nodded, made a notation on a pad and returned to his post at the head of the gaping line of boys. "From now on, Candidate Manning, you will be responsible for your own belongings." Tom, Astro, and Philip Morgan stepped on the slidestairs and began their spiraling ascent to the forty-second floor. "I saw what happened at the monorail station," drawled the third member of Section 42-D, leaning against the bannister of the moving belt. "By the craters of Luna, that Manning felluh sure is a hot operator." "We found out for ourselves," grunted Astro. "Say, since we're all bunkin' togethuh, let's get to knowin' each othuh. My name's Phil Morgan, come from Georgia. Where you all from?" "New Chicago," replied Tom. "Name's Tom Corbett. And this is Astro." "Hiya." Astro stuck out a big paw and grinned his wide grin. "I guess you heard. Astro's all the name I've got." "How come?" inquired the Southerner. "I'm from Venus and it's a custom from way back when Venus was first colonized to just hand out one name." "Funny custom," drawled Phil. Astro started to say something and then stopped, clamping his lips together. Tom could see his face turn a slow pink. Phil saw it too, and hastily added: "Oh--I didn't mean anything. I--ah--" he broke off, embarrassed. "Forget it, Phil." Astro grinned again. "Say," interjected Tom. "Look at that!" They all turned to look at the floor they were passing. Near the edge of the step-off platform on the fourth floor was an oaken panel, inscribed with silver lettering in relief. As they drew even with the plaque, they caught sight of someone behind them. They turned to see Manning, the pile of suitcases in front of him, reading aloud. " ... to the brave men who sacrificed their lives in the conquest of space, this Galaxy Hall is dedicated...." "Say, this must be the museum," said Tom. "Here's where they have all the original gear used in the first space hops." "Absolutely right," said Manning with a smile. "I wonder if we could get off and take a look?" Astro asked. "Sure you can," said Roger. "In fact, the Academy regs say every cadet must inspect the exhibits in the space museum within the first week." The members of Section 42-D looked at Roger questioningly. "I don't know if we have time." Tom was dubious. "Sure you have--plenty. I'd hop off and take a look myself but I've got to get this junk ready to ship home." He indicated the pile of bags in front of him.