He went to Venus, taking two weeks to get there. On the way he passed his planet which he was naming Plymouth, but did not trouble to open the port to look at it. Not much could have occurred to misplace it. On Venus, he docked his ship at the central spaceport, and went by tube to Venus Port. Five minutes after getting there he was talking to the secretary in the outer office of the firm of Gramenger & Lewis. At first the secretary did not want to admit him to see Mr. Gramenger, but Harvey said:
"May I have your name, please?"
She gave it. He sat down with pencil and paper, and after five minutes looked up with a pleased smile. "Numerologically," he said, "we find a coincidence here. We are both 22's. This is an exceptionally strong number, denoting trust, idealism, and self-mastery. What is your astrological sign?"
"Pisces."
"Pisces! I, too, am a Pisces."
She gave him a look. "Pisces people are not noted for their diplomacy, or for subtlety. You're under the wrong sign."
He frowned. "This I do not understand."
She smiled. "Never mind. You can see Mr. Gramenger in about five minutes."
"Thank you. Perhaps we can share dinner this evening."
"Well—"