He scowled fiercely as the two men entered. Driscoll pushed Mark forward.
"Found this stowaway in the supply room. Says his name is Mark Travers. I don't think he's I-S-P, though."
Janus' deep-set gray eyes seemed to bore through Mark, then they flashed to the black box.
"What's that?"
"New-design projection camera. It—"
"Put it here," Janus indicated the corner of his desk. Mark did so with some reluctance. This man was no fool!
The other three men had come down off their bunks and stood there watching. One of them, Mark noticed, was a Martian.
"Now. Why are you here?"
"You seemed to be the sort of men I wanted to join up with."
"I said why?"