"The filming of first run of the new series, _Jack Vandal, Space Rover_ was completed here after an extensive eighteen day program. Jack Vandal is patterned after the characters of The Saint and The Lone Ranger. Unrestricted by the laws that prevent a policeman from performing his moral duty, hated by the underworld, Jack Vandal is to become a Robin Hood of Space. The world premiere will take place at The Palace Theatre, in Greater New York." Statement from The Office of Scientific Research & Development: "No evidence has ever been found to corroborate Dusty Britton's statements that radiation phenomena exist which cannot be explained by the application of Maxwell's Equations, and which are not subject to the limitations imposed by the theory of general relativity." Ruling by the Bureau of Navigation, Marandanian Sector: "It is hereby granted that a barytrine field be established about the Planet Three of Sol, and that Planet Three shall then be transported and placed in situ near a star of appropriate dimensions. This enactment is to take place at the convenience of the Transgalactic Company with the proviso that no inconvenience take place to the culture of Planet Three. It is ruled herewith that the change in stellar hemispheres and the revision in planetary pattern is of no prime importance to a primitive culture. "It is further ruled that the loss of approximately one thousand years of direct time in the inhabitant's life is of no importance since contact with the external culture has not taken place, and therefore this loss has no bearing on the primitive culture. At the end of this period of transmittal, investigatory contact will be made to formulate a program of enlightenment which will result in the eventual assimilation of Sol Three into the Grand Galactic Government. Signed, Sealed, and Delivered BuNav, by Direction." V Barbara Crandall opened the door for a quick glance, then opened it wide. "Oh. It's you!" Dusty nodded glumly. "Yeah. Surprised?" Barbara shrugged. "A bit. When did they let you out?" "This morning." "Rough?" "You said it. Was it rough on you?" "A little, but it's been made up for." "How come?" asked Dusty looking up. She smiled quietly. "I've got legs and a figure," she chuckled. "I've been cheesecaked all over town as the _Star Girl_ and there's talk of my getting a part in the Jack Vandal series over at Cosmic Studios." "How so? Seems to me that we're both sort of washed up." Barbara shook her head. "Jack Vandal is a sort of cheerful villain, you know. He takes delight in bumping off the well-protected crook who can't be touched by the law. He's hunted by the police and hated by the underworld--"