"Nice to have had you around, lieutenant," he said warmly. "You're a very promising young officer. Sandringham knows it and has made a note of the fact. Which I suspect is going to put you to a lot of trouble. There's a devilish shortage of promising young officers. He'll give you hellish jobs to do, because he has an idea you'll do them." "I'll try, sir," said young Barnes formally. Then he said awkwardly, "May I say something, sir? I'm very proud, sir, to have worked with you. But dammit, sir, it seems to me that something more than just saying thank you was due you! The Service, sir, ought to--" Hardwick regarded the young man approvingly. "When I was your age," he said, "I'd the very same attitude. But I had the only reward the Service or anything else could give me. The job got done. It's the only reward you can expect in the Service, Barnes. You'll never get any other." Young Barnes looked rebellious. He shook hands again. "Besides," said Hardwick, "there is no better." Young Barnes marched back toward his ship in the great metal crisscross of girders which was the landing-grid. Hardwick absently patted his dog. He headed back toward Sandringham's office for his orders to return to his own work. THE END