"How do you figure that, Astro?" asked Tom.
"Did you see the way he spotted Roger's roving eye looking for his pretty sister? Why, in ten years, he'll be picking up asteroids the same way."
Back in their jet boat a few minutes later, blasting through space on the rest of their tour, Tom turned to his unit mates, a troubled look on his face.
"Did you notice anything aboard Number Twelve that looked—well, suspicious?" he asked.
Astro and Roger shook their heads.
"Me neither," said Tom. "Maybe we've got Vidac pegged wrong. Maybe—"
"I thought of that, Tom," interrupted Roger. "But there's one thing that doesn't seem right."
"What's that?" asked Tom.
"Your report to Captain Strong," Roger replied. "You sent it to him ten days ago. You should have had an answer by now."
"He's out on Pluto," said Astro. "Space Academy might not have forwarded it to him."