"What does he want?"
"I have told him a part of the story of Star Goal and that the race which lives on Star Goal possesses immortality. He insists on returning immediately to Star Goal to obtain immortality for himself. After that he plans to establish a regular traffic between Star Goal and the Solar System to peddle immortality to those rich enough to pay for it." A faint repugnance sounded in the whisper.
Filo digested this information. The color coming from him was almost pure white. He seemed to be vibrating at a tremendously high frequency.
"I await your orders," the whisper came again. "Shall I bring him aboard the ship?"
"I am considering the matter."
"He is very impatient. Please instruct me immediately."
"I must confer with my fellows," Filo answered. "I will have an answer for you in minutes."
"Yes, Great Filo," the voice whispered.
Filo was silent behind the control panel. Craig had the impression that some wordless conference was taking place with other Sorodromes located elsewhere. He stared at Mary in growing horror.
"That whisper was coming from Captain Martin," the girl whispered. "He is the only person from the Andromeda who is with Mr. Nuoy. And that means—"