Satisfied, Lindsay went down the corridor of the ship blinking at the ever-present light. He let himself into the scanning room and dropped into his chair. He picked up the phone and said: "Lindsay speaking, answering 3379X." "General Haynes, Ralph. They got one through." "How?" asked Lindsay, coming awake. "Super velocity job. The finders were behind by a quarter radian, at least." "Jeepers," grunted Lindsay. "Say it again," returned the general. "We thought we were bad when we let one out of five hundred slip through to you. This, remember, was one out of one. Period. If they use 'em in quantity--and I see no reason why the devils won't--I can see a good record all shot to pieces." "Where's it headed?" "According to the course-calc, it should be hitting Mojave most any minute." "Well, I'd better get on it," said Lindsay. "May I contact you later?" "Do so, by all means," said the general, signing off. "We can't permit things like this to happen. I won't hang my head in shame at one per cent missed, but when one hundred per cent of a shipment runs through, I'm scared." Lindsay mumbled an agreement and then clicked the switch to another line. That would be quicker than juggling the hook for communications central. The new line came in immediately and Lindsay dialed a number. It rang. Lindsay waited. And a sleepy voice answered: "Roberts." "Lindsay, Jim. We've another one. Haynes just called. Heading for Mojave, should be arriving pretty soon." "Haynes just called and it is due to land?" demanded Roberts. His voice seemed to come awake and alert instantly. "High speed, huh?" "Yup." "I'm shucking into clothing and I'll be in the scanning room of your ship in a few minutes." * * * * * Roberts hung up, making a remark about finding things in your own backyard. It was true, reflected Lindsay. The spaceport outside of the scanning room greenhouse lay darkly quiet. A few flickers of distant lights were caused by motion of men between them and him, and on the horizon he could see the soldier-like columns of the vertical boundary marker lights piercing the sky. Lindsay fumbled in a pocket, and swore because his cigarettes were in his battle shirt on the chair beside the bed, and he was still dressed in pajama top and trousers over the pajama bottoms. He wondered whether he could steal in and get cigarettes, or whether he'd better wake Jenna anyway, and wondered where she kept them in the ship--somehow he never really knew because there was always a package available when he wanted one. He wondered-- And the door opened and Jenna entered with a bright smile. "Cigarette, darling?" she asked. Over her nightgown she wore Ralph's battle shirt. She was holding the lighter to two of them held simultaneously between her very red lips.