"Boy!" called Steward Davis. "Show this gentleman to 31Q." * * * * * Alan followed the pageboy through a complex of corridors, ascending spirals of stairs, down a hall, and to the door of Cabin 31Q. The boy threw open the door and Alan stepped in, then halted in shocked disbelief at sight of a white-haired old man who was just lifting a shirt from an opened suitcase. "I am Dr. Chase. Isn't this Cabin 31Q?" The old man beamed, his pink skin breaking into a thousand tiny wrinkles. "That's right. 31Q it is." "Then what are you doing here?" "Have you no powers of observation? Unpacking, of course. I was assigned to this cabin." Staggering over to a bunk, Alan sagged back against the wall. He lifted his tired eyelids and stared at the sprightly old gentleman. "But I was promised a cabin by myself!" The old man looked distressed. "I'm very sorry, young man. I, too, hoped to have a cabin to my self. I learned only a few minutes ago that I was to be quartered with another passenger--evidently you. Somebody made a mistake, there's no question of that, but the Purser tells me that every bit of space is occupied, and no other arrangements can be made. Unless you want to postpone your voyage, and follow in a later ship?" "No," said Alan. His voice had sunk to a whisper. "No, I can't do that." "Then we'll have to make the best of it, young man," he said, picking up a pile of handkerchiefs, and putting them in the drawer he had pulled out from the wall. "Let me introduce myself. I am Wilson Larrabee--teacher, or student, according to the point of view. Some years of my life I've spent being a professor of this or that at various universities, and the other years I've spent in travel. Whenever the bank account gets low, I offer my knowledge to the nearest university, and stay there until I pile up enough credits so I can travel again." "Sounds a lonely sort of life, with no roots anywhere." "Oh, no! My wife loved travelling as much as I do, and wherever she was, was home." He paused, his hand arrested in the act of hanging up his last necktie, and for a moment his face was somber. Then he finished hanging up the tie, gave it a little pat, and continued cheerfully. "We saw most of the world, in the fifty years we had together. The last trip she made with me, to the Moon and back, was in some ways the pleasantest of all. After we returned, we started planning and saving and dreaming of making one last grand tour outside the solar system. And then--well, she was more than seventy, and I try to think that she isn't dead, that she just started the last tour a little ahead of me. That's why I'm making this jaunt now, the one we planned on the _Star Lord_. It's lonely, in a way, but she wouldn't have wanted me to give up and stay home, just because I had to go on alone." * * * * *