Browne's voice came ringing up: "Come on down, fellows; I've got him!"
The shaft guard light flicked to green. Fitzgerald and I dropped down to first.
Browne had apparently had his chair directly under the shaft; it was back from the touchdown pad now and Hirm Sulay was in it, vainly wriggling, shame-faced.
"Now maybe we'll find out a thing or two—" Browne said meaningfully, bending toward the alien.
"Wait a minute," I cut in and related what Hirm Sulay had told me upstairs.
"Is it true?" Browne demanded.
Hirm Sulay nodded.