"And bring a roll of scotch tape!" he shouted back.
What happened after that is pretty well a matter of the records. Every telecast carried the report for days. Pop Gillette got aboard the liner by bringing the Lorelei alongside. Then, with Joe holding her steady as she went, Pop jumped across the twenty feet of open space, scotch tape in his space suit pocket, to the liner's open port.
Then he brought the liner down for a tail landing, as pretty as you please.
It was ten minutes later that Pop Gillette and Joe sat drinking their Venusian wine again, watching the ground crews welding a new plate on the liner, a mile away across the Port.
"But how did you do it?" Joe asked. "And why the scotch tape?"
Pop Gillette deftly poured a tumbler of wine down his throat and reached for the bottle.
"Simplest thing in the world. I used the tape to stick a couple of bed sheets over the hole, inside and out."
Joe stared at him in puzzlement.
"Bedsheets? What for?"