"I'm from the Daily Newsworld, Mr. Whiteford. I wonder...."
"What was it like in space...."
"You must have been simply thrillllled...."
Burger's bald head pushed itself forward. "How did the moon look to you, Mr. Whiteford?"
Whiteford had to think a little. "Come to think of it, I never saw it."
There was a dead silence.
"Oh, it's all on the films the automatic cameras shot. I wasn't too much interested myself."
The reporters frowned in disappointment but tried again.
"What do you intend to do now that you're back? Do the town, go on a fishing trip...."
Whiteford looked at them as if they had crawled out from under a rock. "Nonsense!" he snarled. "I'll get back to my office, of course!"