That was the trouble with crews of ships when they thought they might be held up by psych over something. They invariably overplayed their innocence right from the start. The side door from quarantine opened. Two guards entered, preceding and following the first victim warily. Martha sized Ren Gravenard up closely while her face assumed the careful, welcoming smile that often brought attempts at dating. Ren Gravenard was no different in appearance than a million like him. He was average in everything including his type of character. "You are Ren Gravenard?" she asked. He nodded without speaking. Martha pressed the button that told Doctor Nale the first one had arrived, got his O.K. signal, and motioned Gravenard and the guards toward the inner door with a sweep of long yellow pencil in perfectly manicured fingers. As the three passed into the private office she made a slow dash after the spaceman's name preparatory to writing his destination when he came out. It would be "obs" or "O.K." Then she glanced at her wrist watch. Its hands pointed to six after nine. Two hours and fifty-four minutes later Ren Gravenard had still not come out. And in her two years as receptionist for Dr. Nale Hargrave, Martha Ryan had never known him to spend more than twenty minutes with any subject.... Her manicured nail pressed the buzzer three times to signal she was going to lunch. Giving Dr. Nale a full minute to make any request, without receiving any, she opened the door to the corridor and left. * * * * * When she returned an hour later she was surprised to see the door to Dr. Hargrave's inner office open and Dr. John Bemis, the chief of the psych staff, at the desk. "Come in, Miss Ryan," Dr. Bemis said, accenting his invitation with a wave of his hand. He waited until she had come in and closed the door behind her before continuing. "There's something's happened," he said gravely. "I don't know just what, and maybe I don't exactly WANT to know." Dr. Bemis spread his hands in an all inclusive gesture. "The universe is a big place," he said. "I suppose we should have expected that sooner or later we'd run into something a little outside normal experience." He shook his head slowly, looking up at the ceiling as though trying to pierce it and see beyond. When he continued, his voice was sharp and businesslike. "Tell me exactly what you saw, thought, and felt this morning. Every detail, however unimportant you might think it." "There's really very little to tell," Martha said, surprised and alarmed. "There was this crew of the _Endore_ in quarantine when I came to work this morning. They were unusual in that they didn't complain about having to wait, indicating a guilt feeling in the crew. Dr. Hargrave asked to see a common spaceman first. That proved he recognized this. The name of the spaceman he saw is Ren Gravenard, who was brought in at a little after nine and was still in there when I left at twelve."