"I'll come home and tell them, if you like."
Adam said gratefully, "Mr. Summersby, you're a gentleman."
"No," said Summersby, "no."
"Yes, sir, you are. Can we wait just a minute more? Mr. Watkins might be along any minute now."
"We'll wait."
After a while Adam said, "Remember that first feed we got up there, pies and cookies and glass?"
"I remember it."
"They must have just aimed that machine at a bakery window here on Earth, and taken glass and all."
"That's it."
"Probably it was called a smash-and-grab robbery, down here." He kicked something, bent down and picked it up. It was the safe-cracker's gun. "I didn't think he'd carry one," said the boy. He looked closer at it. "God!"