He sat at the desk a long time, thinking, and thinking fast. Foshag must have known who he was from the first. He was an observing man, but he was also a close-mouthed man, who answered only to direct questions. And the Beechers knew his identity too. Fayette had accidentally called him by his real name. Treachery! Undoubtedly, Bigger Bailes had tipped off the Beechers, just before Unterzuyder arrived at the Beechers' apartment in Marsport. Bigger Bailes thought Unterzuyder knew where the map was, but didn't know the Beechers had it. Bigger intended to let the situation stir itself up so the asteroid's location would more easily come out of hiding. Yes, everything was wrong. Bigger would loot the ship when he learned the map was a practical joke. Taking a ship this far beyond Jupiter would have to pay off. And there was nobody to stop him. What was it his father told him about Unterzuyder techniques? Sell short at the top, buy long at the bottom. All events, good or bad, could be used to build a firmer superstructure! Well, face it! Ship's course had been changed. The settlers by this time had demanded to know why. Beecher would tell them Carruthers Straley was Ralph Unterzuyder, hunting for a hibernaculum! The settlers by this time were up in arms against him. He paled. He leaped to the door, listened. Footsteps. Patrolling his room. * * * * * He returned to the table. Make use of the situation. Dredge it for what it's worth! He crossed shakily to the audio and called Fayette's number. Luckily, Fayette and not her father answered. "Fayette--darling." The word came out huskily. It was hard to say. It sounded real. "_Who?_" Then her voice was uneven. "You called me darling. Are you sure you're in your right mind?" "I mean it, dear." _Did he?_ "I couldn't forget last night." He was falling into the self-made trap of the dishonest, unable to tell his own truth from his own falsehood. "All right," she said unevenly. "So you couldn't forget it? So what?" He spoke softly. Please, he had to see her in his room right away. It was urgent. Would she come now? A long silence. Yes, she would come. No, she wouldn't tell her father. Positively. Five minutes later she slipped into the room. She barely opened the door. He took her instantly into his arms. When he figured he had kissed her enough, he let her drop limply into a chair. The circles under her eyes were worse. She looked miserable. He drew up a chair, tenderly took her hands in his. "Look at me, Fayette. I'm going to make a confession that will shock you. I'm not Carruthers Straley. I'm Ralph Unterzuyder." She didn't look shocked. He pretended not to notice. He told her selected portions of the story. "I suspected you had the map. I examined _Tertium Organum_ in your apartment yesterday when you and your father were in the kitchen."