I could not see Venza’s face; she stood up suddenly. And when I rose beside her, she whispered,
“We should not be seen talking so long. I’ll find out what I can.”
I stared after her slight robed figure as she turned into the lounge archway and vanished.
CHAPTER VI
A Traitor, and a Passing Asteroid
Captain Carter was grim. “So they’ve bought him off, have they? Go bring him in here, Gregg. We’ll have it out with him now.”
Snap, Dr. Frank, Balch, our first officer, and I were in the captain’s chart-room. It was 4 P. M.––our Earth starting time. We were sixteen hours upon our voyage.
I found Johnson in his office in the lounge. “Captain wants to see you. Close up.”
He closed his window upon an American woman passenger who was demanding details of Martian currency, and followed me forward. “What is it, Gregg?”