The door opened without a knock and Walt Franks entered. "Billing and cooing?" he asked. "Why do you two need an audience?"
"We don't," answered Don. "This was business."
"For want of evidence, I'll believe that. What's the dope?"
"Walt, what are the chances of hooking up with the Empress of Kolain, which is en route from Mars to Venus?"
"About equal to a celluloid snowball—you know where," said Franks, looking slyly at Arden.
"Take off your coat, Walt. We've got a job."
"You mean—Hey! Remind me to quit Saturday."
"This is dead in earnest, Walt." Don told the electronics engineer all he knew.
"Boy, this is a job that I wouldn't want my life to depend on. In the first place, we can't beam a transmitter at them if we can't see 'em. And in the second place, if we did, they couldn't receive us."
"We can get a good idea of where they are and how they're going," said Channing. "That is common knowledge."