"He's not. Can't you see that he's not married, Arnold?"
"I'm not," Socrates admitted. "But I'd cheerfully take my own mother. You'll be safe, Mrs. Entwhistle."
Mrs. Entwhistle seemed a little taken aback by this remark, but her husband said, "Be careful, Gertrude," and then they closed the faceplate on her glassite helmet.
Socrates switched on his radio. "Can you hear me, Mrs. Entwhistle?"
"Yes. Yes, I can. Better be careful, that's all I can say."
"Relax. We'll start now."
Mrs. Entwhistle was bulky in her vac suit, and two attendants had to help her through the narrow lock of the ship. After that Socrates saw to it that she was strapped securely into her seat, and her face looked peculiarly green under the lights of the instrument panel.
Socrates jumped outside to tell something to one of the attendants and he saw Farquhart there waiting for him.
"Hello, Smith. Nice day."
"Yeah. How's it coming? Your investigation, I mean."