He understood only the last words, but they were what he was waiting for.
"I am man of Loten," he said carefully. "Loten is world more far from heat star."
"What? Say that again!"
"I not live in your world—in this world...."
"The hell you don't."
Again he did not understand what the large man meant, and looked around helplessly. Then he saw a writing instrument on the desk, and picked it up. Blumberg pushed forward a piece of white paper. Quickly he drew, in its center, a large circle with lines extending from its circumference to indicate radiation. Outside it he drew four small circles at varying distances from the central one.
"Hey, Edgar—come here!" called Blumberg.
A pale young man who had been sitting in a corner approached the desk, saying, "Yes?"
He looked pleadingly at the pale young man. He placed his fingertip on the large circle, and said, "Heat star!"
"Sun," said the young man quickly.