trato planes to scatter back to the far points of the earth. It would
take many days for an investigating psychologist to follow to
interview each one. He and Irving would be last on the list, for he
went to Moonbase City, and Irving to Luna City.

He had weeks.

He smiled, fastening bands in his cuffs that folded them tightly on
his wrists, zipping up his suitcoat and slipping on gloves. He looked
at himself again. Where he had been wearing a conservative dark silk
business suit with a short cape, he now seemed to be wearing a
tailored ski-suit with an odd cowl, or a pressure suit without boots
or helmet, which was what it was. Carrying the zipper up further would
have turned the cape to an airtight helmet bubble.

Employes and executives passing in and out of the UT building gave the
clothes an approving and interested glance as they passed. The
justification by utility was obvious. It had cost money to have a
pressure suit designed light and flexible enough for comfortable wear,
but long ago he had grown irked by the repetitious business of
climbing in and out of clothes every time one stepped through a space
lock, while overcapes and hoods were needed stepping outside of any
temperate zone Earth building in winter.

A pressure suit was completely independent of weather and regulated
its own internal heat. Since the suit had been designed the
manufacturer had begun to receive an increasing number of orders for
duplicates, and was now being put into mass production. Probably in
these five minutes he had just made many more sales for the
manufacturer.

He was setting a style, he thought in pleased surprise, stepping out
of the building. The salt wind hit him with a blast of cold, and the
automatic thermostatic wiring in the suit countered with a wave of
warmth as he leaned into the wind and started to walk. The connection
between the Union Hotel and the building he had just left was an
arched sidewalk that curved between them, five stories above the sand
and surf.

The hotel was an impressively towering building against the ragged
sky, and as he walked a gleam broke through from the hidden sunset and
spotlighted it and the low scudding clouds in a sudden glowing red. He
stopped and leaned against the balustrade to watch the red gleams
reflecting from the bay. Red and purple clouds fled by low overhead,
their colors changing as they moved. This was something a man couldn't
see in space or on the moon.

But aft