"Who picked the names?" grinned Don.
"Arden."
"O.K., Wes. But keep looking for that non-reproducible substance."
"I will. It may be—"
Farrell was interrupted by the insistent call on the Station intercom for Don Channing. Don went to his office to find the Terran beam awaiting his presence. He lifted the phone and identified himself.
"This is P. L. Hughes of the Interplanetary Criminal Office," came the answer.
"I didn't do it," grinned Channing. "Besides, I gotta alibi."