I laid my hand upon hers. "We've been over that, Snow. You must return to Earth. You haven't a chance of finding those boys. Hell, if you had, the Brain would have picked you. And I, with the Amnesty, can go anywhere, do anything, get results in a hurry."
"But if I came with you...." she pleaded in a tense whisper.
I shook my head, with finality. "I've told you over and over. You wreck my spotter's instinct, Snow. If you're with me, I'll never be able to locate those boys. I'll miss even obvious clues."
"You weren't so fuddleheaded yesterday when you told me how you'd reasoned out the real facts about the disappearance," she accused.
"Hell, your presence affects my thinking, not my memory! Come on, now, see it my way, will you?"
I stood up. "It looks like good-by for a while, Snow."
She faced me, solemnly. "Yes, it does. You'll be careful, won't you? And you'll let me know if—if—"
"I promise. Before I let Baxter know, even!"
We stood like that a moment, scarcely a foot apart, and I fought an impulse to take her into my arms. Then, with no warning, she flung her arms about my neck, and I had my first taste of those red velvet lips.
Then she was gone from the lounge. I glanced at the wall chronometer, and began to move toward my cabin in a hurry. Less than five minutes till set-down. I entered at a dead run.