It was also she who had moaned. My feelings as I lifted her to a bunk were mixed. Being a reactionary, I still felt that woman's place was not in the Army or Navy. Yet I confess that the woman--or girl, rather--was ornamental. She was of the Iberian type. She was beautiful, and looked helpless. Some atavistic trait of the protective instinct in man made me take a little more pains in caring for her than I might have taken with a man. * * * * * "Doctor Weeks," were the first surprised words she murmured when I had bandaged a cut in her head and she came to. Weeks being my name--Frederick Weeks--I grunted and wondered just how much _she'd_ had to do with my being here. I noted that the eyes were gray with violet lights. "You were handcuffed and drugged," she announced wonderingly. "I was," I answered, "but I'm not any more. Thanks to my own efforts." She dropped that subject. "Take me to Admiral Forbes, Doctor Weeks. I am Captain Virginia Crane." I acknowledged curtly her introduction of herself and told her the admiral was dead. Her cheeks, already pale, grew white. I asked her the number of the space flyer's crew. She said ten. So far, four were dead, three alive, including myself, and the rest unaccounted for, I told her. She winced. In a moment, though, she pulled herself together with a grit which I could not deny, despite my disapproval of her being here. "I suppose you wonder why you're here," she said suddenly, "and where we are." "I don't need to be told where I am," I said coldly, "but a little information as to who was responsible for my coming to Orcon wouldn't be amiss. I suppose it was Forbes." She cut me off with a look. "It wasn't the admiral." Her really beautiful eyes narrowed. "It was I who planned your abduction and got him to execute it." "You!" I drew back. My manner was formal and cold. And after that I guess I pretty well boiled over. But did it gain me anything? Before I had said half enough to soothe my lacerated feelings, the girl simply shrugged and looked bored. "Don't be a fool," she ordered curtly. "We needed you, and I, for one, was not going to see your egotistical ideas about an unimportant piece of work--your cosmological chemistry--jeopardize the safety of the world. Oh, I know the government wanted you in your laboratory. But with Ludwig Leider loose on Orcon, and you the only one in our Zone who knew much of anything about the planet, what could you expect?" * * * * * I hardly know what might have happened between us if she had not mentioned Leider's name when she did. The insults with which she had begun had hardly been atoned for by her half understanding of my refusal to join Forbes, and I was still in a rage. Yet, as it was, at the mention of Leider I snapped to attention. "Ludwig Leider! Here?" "Yes," she replied significantly.