"But—"
"Take off in half an hour and we'll be watching for you," said the voice. Then it hung up.
Hagen wondered. But even a fool's lead was better than nothing and Steve had followed less likely leads than this in the past three months. He left the typewriter as it was and went to the spacefield, where he climbed into the inspection craft and took off for Sanaron.
Sanaron was no long run for the fleet Guardian ship. Steve made it in jig time and as he dropped his ship on Sanaron's one spaceport, he saw a planet craft awaiting him. He was whisked across the face of Sanaron to a large city, deposited on the landing stage of a tall hotel building, and dropped a few stories to a luxurious suite.
And once again Hagen was face to face with William Wrightwood.
"What goes on?" demanded Steve.
"You want some information on the Astarte?"
"I do."
"You've been ordered to locate this information."