"That their luck didn't hold. You can see it was an almost perfect landing- they didn't just crash in, or there would have been nothing left but a hole in the ground."
"Yeah, I guess you're right. Say, there's a stairway down^ over on the far side-see it, Matt? Do you suppose we could look through her?"
"Maybe," Matt told him, "but I think we had better put it off. We've got to report in, you know."
"We had all better check in," agreed Jensen. "Coming, Pete?"
Armand reached for his bag. Oscar Jensen pushed him aside and picked it up with his own. "That's not necessary!" Armand protested, but Oscar ignored him.
Jarman looked at Pierre. "You sick, Pete?" he asked. "I noticed you looked kind of peaked. What's the trouble?"
"If you are," put in Matt, "ask for a delay."
Armand looked embarrassed. "He's not sick and hell pass the exams," Jensen said firmly. "Forget it."
"Sho', sho'," Tex agreed. They followed the crowd and found a notice which told all candidates to report to room 3108, third corridor. They located corridor three, stepped on the slideway, and put down their baggage.
"Say, Matt," said Tex, "tell me-who was Kilroy?"