"Steward!" called the Captain, turning away. "Get this body into the meat box."
"Yes, sir." The steward started to go for help.
"Here! Wait a moment. Clear these people out first."
Norman said to Jennifer, "Let's get out." More than anything else, he wanted to get away from that body. His voyage to Ganymede was turning out even worse than he had anticipated.
"Not you," said the Captain. "I want to see your book."
Norman could feel the eyes of everyone on him as he handed it over.
The Captain examined it, looked up into the pale scholarly face of the young man. "No," he said with a trace of contempt, "I suppose you wouldn't have seen anything at that. You may go."
Norman flushed, took his book back. A surge of anger welled up inside him at the Captain's tone. He was of a mind to register a complaint with the company.
"I said you may go," repeated the Captain.