Halfrich looked at him. "You've had crack-ups before. You've seen men die. You've had almost as many years in Survey as I have, and you've taken as many jolts. You're lying, Kellard." Kellard got up, and walked a few steps and swung around again. "So I'm lying. I want out, and what difference does it make why?" "It makes a difference," Halfrich said grimly. "I remember from away back at Academy, even though you were two years after me. You were the space-craziest cadet there was. You spouted the glories of the conquest of space until we were all sick of it. You haven't changed in all the years in Survey--until now. I want to know what can change a man like that." Kellard said nothing. He went to the window and looked out at the long rollers coming endlessly in and crashing against the rocks. "What did you see on Sunside, Kellard?" He turned around sharply at that. "What do you mean? What would there be to see there, but hot rocks and volcanoes and a cross-section of hell generally? It's all in my report." Halfrich sat like a judge, and spoke like one pronouncing sentence. "You saw something, you _met_ something there. You covered by tearing out the film of the automatic sweep-camera. Whatever it had recorded, you didn't want us to see, did you?" Kellard came toward him and spoke angrily and rapidly. "Do you realize that we flamed out and crashed there? A crash like that can do damage. It killed Binetti and mortally injured Morse, and smashed the sweep-camera." Halfrich nodded. "That's what we thought, at first. But the radar-sweep had an automatic recorder too. It was something new. Binetti knew about it, as communications officer, but I guess he hadn't told you, or you'd have smashed it too. Its record shows something." * * * * * A cold feeling came over Kellard. He had thought that he had covered everything, but he had calculated from insufficient data. He kept his nerve. A radar record was not like a photograph, they couldn't prove much from that, they certainly couldn't guess the truth from it. They _must_ not guess the truth. He laughed mirthlessly. "A radar record made on Sunside isn't worth the paper it's on. The storms of radiation there make radar practically unreliable." Halfrich was watching him keenly. "But not entirely. And over and above the static and the fake bogies, the record shows quite clearly that you went outside the ship after the crash, that you walked about a thousand yards, and that you were approached by some things that register vaguely but unmistakably." He paused and then he asked, "Who--or what--did you meet there, Kellard?" Kellard was cold inside, but all the same he made a disgusted sound that he hoped was convincing.