"Since plague, special license from Med Service is required for landing."
That was all. Absolutely all.
The communicator said suavely;
"Med Ship Aesclipus Twenty! Come in on vision, please!"
Calhoun went to the control-board and threw on vision.
"Well, what now?" he demanded.
His screen lighted. A bland face looked out at him.
"We have—ah—verified your statements," said the third voice from Weald. "Just one more item. Are you alone in your ship?"
"Of course," said Calhoun, frowning.
"Quite alone?" insisted the voice.