He drew the contacter out of his pocket and shouted into its grid, "Miss Yalera?"
"Yes, sir?" came the instant answer.
"Take a space-o-gram to Solaria."
II
When the initial error was made at the hyper-spatial relay station, a pattern had been set. Committed categorically to the memory banks were the false associations between the State Department's Ganymede Extension and Potentate McWorther, between Premier Netath and Rear-Sobucks.
Thus, it was somewhat to be expected that Undersecretary Hoverly should find himself chewing on the under-bristles of his mustache as he read the latest space-o-gram.
Dear Sir:
Needless to say, we are somewhat disappointed over the Western Cluster's meager response to our desperate need.
Perhaps Ambassador Summerson misrepresented our agreement. In that event, we feel sure that consultation with his Excellency will set the record straight.