The voices seemed mingled babble coming from everywhere. The timber of the sound was very strange. It held no suggestion of how far away from me the voices might be. There were so many of them I could only think they were scattered about the ship; and yet they all seemed together. After a moment, the blend was less confusing. Again, very strangely my hearing seemed able to separate one from the other. I was to learn that the atmosphere handled sound vibrations differently from that of Earth. Voices had a muffled tone, as though they were smothered. There was undoubtedly a vibrational distortion; and a sound-wave speed slower than Earth's normal-pressure rate of 1,050 feet a second, perhaps as slow as 700. Yet sounds remained audible over longer distances than on Earth. In this instance now, as I listened with my ear to the wall of the ship, I was hearing all its sounds picked up and carried by the metal. Now I heard a strange tongue: two types of voices, slow, measured, carefully-intoned phrases, and voices of a curiously sepulchral, hollow sound. My mind went back to the Red Spark restaurant room. And suddenly I realized that amid the babble I was hearing English. A man's voice, talking English. I caught, very clearly the phrase: "Master, yes. She means well. Can you not see it?" Molo's voice! Then the girls must be here also. Another voice: "I am not sure. Perhaps. The Great Intelligence will talk with her when we are arrived." It was the slow measured voice of one of the brains. "When will that be? Pretty soon now, won't it, Molo?" Venza! A great wave of thankfulness swept me. And then I heard Anita. "Your two captives, where are they? You're not going to kill them, are you?" "No," said Molo. "Perhaps not. No one has inspected the new one yet. The other is being cared for. The Great Intelligence will question him when we arrive." "We are arriving," said Venza. "That's your world, Wandl, down there, isn't it?" "Yes. We are dropping fast." The voice of the brain: "Come, Wyk. The instruments are showing events on our captured worlds. Take me to watch. I am tired of movement." "Yes. Master." It seemed that the brain was being carried away; Molo and the two girls were being left alone. I had thought at first that they were in the adjacent room to me, but they could have been far distant. They had mentioned two captives. One, obviously, was myself. Was the other Snap? "Come," Molo was saying, "stand here with me and we will watch this world. Not mine, Venza _chia_, as you just called it, But my adopted world. And it will be yours, until we rule the new Mars." I heard them moving to gaze through the window-port. Then came Anita's voice: "If it's anything like this ship, it will be very strange."