"Tell Mr. Milton that's good enough."
Captain Webber waited for the young man to leave, then looked again into the glass.
"What do you make of it, sir?"
"Not much, Friden, not much. It's a city and that's an asteroid; but how the devil they got there is beyond me. I still haven't left the idea that we're crazy, you know."
Mr. Friden looked.
"We're positioning to land. Strange—"
"What is it?"
"I can make things out a bit more clearly now, sir. Those are earth houses."
Captain Webber looked. He blinked.
"Now, that," he said, "is impossible. Look here, we've been floating about in space for—how long is it?"