"No man or Martian or anything I know except the space-eating bacteria of Pallas could have lived in that suit, cataleptic state or not." Pink looked around at his friends. "What in the name of heaven have we brought into the ship?"
Then the three were racing for the "Martian's" stateroom. They burst in, and found that now it was empty of life.
They stood, indecisive, just outside. Pinkham's gaze went to the door, on which, as was the custom, a hastily-printed card had been placed with the officer's name upon it. He read it. Then he blinked.
"Look," he said, gesturing.
"What about it?"
The card blared its secret, its pun, at them.
Y N O H P.
"Read it backwards," said Pinkham....