Lancelot Biggs: MASTER NAVIGATOR
By NELSON S. BOND
Trust Lancelot Biggs to get his ship into
a mess just when speed and good navigation
meant the prize contract of the year...!
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
Fantastic Adventures May 1940.
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
Everything happens to me. We finished taking on cargo at 13:10, Solar Constant Time, and I went to my turret for firing orders from the Sun City spacedrome officer. I plugged in the audio and stared into the familiar pan of Commander Allonby.
I said, "Freight lugger Saturn preparing to up gravs, Commander. Standing by for the O.Q."
His jaw dropped like a barometer in a cyclone. He gasped, "You, Sparks? And the Saturn? What in blue space are you doing in port?"
"Don't look now," I advised him, "but we've been here since day before yesterday. Matter of fact, you and me h'isted elbows together last night at the Cosmic Bar, remember?"
"Remember?" he howled. "How could I? The last I heard of you, Cap Hanson was running the Saturn through the planetoids on some sort of cockeyed transmutation experiment![1] When did you get back? How did you—?"