“They’re going somewhere,” said Lee. “Something’s happen-ing to them. Something’s happening to two classes of our people—the continuators and the healthiest youngsters.”
“Wait a minute,” gasped the senator. “Wait a minute, Mr. Lee.”
He groped his way to the desk, grasped its edge and lowered himself into a chair.
“There is something wrong, senator?” asked Lee.
“Wrong?” mumbled the senator. “Yes, there must be some-thing wrong.”
“They’ve found living space,” said Lee, triumphantly. “That’s it, isn’t it? They’ve found living space and they’re sending out the pioneers.”
The senator shook his head. “I don’t know, Lee. I have not been informed. Check Extrasolar Research. They’re the only ones who know—and they wouldn’t tell you.”
Lee grinned at him. “Good day, senator,” he said. “Thanks so much for helping.”
Dully, the senator watched him go.