"I made it."
Oscar raised his eyebrows. "You did? Nice going, kid."
Tex looked amazed. "The pilot let you jockey it? On your first trip?"
"Well, why not? You think I'm kidding?"
"No, I'm just impressed. May I touch you? How about an autograph?"
"Oh, come off it!"
They were, of course, in the free-fall part of the Station. As soon as they had stowed their suits, they hurried to the centrifuged belt frequented by the traveling public. Oscar knew his way around somewhat, having changed ships at the Station when he was a candidate, and led them to the door at the axis of rotation-the only possible place to pass from the free-fall zone to the weight zone.
From the axis they went down several levels, past offices and private quarters to the first of the public levels. It was, in effect, a wide, brightly lighted street, with a high ceiling and with slideways down the middle. Shops and restaurants lined it. The slideways curved up and away in the distance,
for the corridor curved completely around the Station. "This," Oscar told them, "is Paradise Walk."
"I see why," agreed Tex, and gave a low whistle. The others followed his gaze. A tall, willowy blonde, dressed in some blue wisps of nothing much, was looking in the display window of a jewelry shop.