The captain tossed the pamphlet to the floor and lit a cigarette. "Did anyone happen to notice the date?"
Mr. Milton said, "It doesn't make any sense! There haven't been cemeteries for ages. And even if this were true, why should anyone want to go all the way through space to a little asteroid? They might just as well have built these things on Earth."
"Who would want all this when they're dead, anyway?"
"You mean all these people are dead?"
For a few moments there was complete and utter silence in the lobby of the building.
"Are those things true, that we read in your booklet?" asked Captain Webber after Lieutenant Peterson had brought in the prisoner.
"Every word," said the little man bowing slightly, "is monumentally correct."
"Then we want you to begin explaining."
Mr. Greypoole tushed and proceeded to straighten the coat of a middle-aged man with a cigar.