laints as a unit, and may withdraw from the contract as
a unit. Those who withdraw from the group withdraw from participation
in the contract."

Bryce smiled. Or in other words, if you didn't like it, you could quit
your job and get out!

The other sheet he glanced at casually. It seemed to be an explanatory
page to the effect that the Manoba's work was strictly confidential
and they were under no obligation to explain what they had done or
were doing or give their identities to any member of the corporation
who had hired them. There was nothing resembling a sales talk about
results, and the only thing approaching it was a stiff last sentence
referring anyone who was curious about the results of such treatment
to the National Certified Analytical Statistics of Professional
Standing in such and such bulletins of such and such years.

He signed the contract, smiling, and mailed it at a handy postal and
telegraph window at the spaceport before boarding the spaceship.

* * * * *

The phone was ringing.

Bryce rolled over sleepily and picked it up. "Eight A.M. L.S. S.S.
Sir," said the soft voice of the desk clerk.

"Okay," he grunted, glancing at his watch and hanging up. It was two
minutes after eight, but he didn't check her up on it. If he placed
the voice rightly, it belonged to an exceptionally pretty brunette. He
had not tried to date her yet, but she looked accessible, and Mona was
becoming tiresome.

He turned the dial in the headboard that reversed the polarization of
the window and rose reluctantly, stretching as sunlight flooded the
room. It was daylight on Moonbase City. It had been daylight for a
week, and it would be daylight still for another week.

Through the softening filter of the airtight glass the view of distant
crater walls and the airsealed towers of Moonbase City shone in etched
magnificence, but he gave it only a glance. It was always the same.
There was no weather on the Moon and no variety of view.

"Good morning," he smiled, passing a bellboy in the luxurious, deep
colored halls.

"Good morning, Mister Carter," the boy answered rapidly with an eager
nervous smile.

Bryce had caught the management up sharply on several small lapses,
and they all knew him now. He strode on, pleased. Efficiency.... No
one gave him a second glance or noticed him in the tube trains, but he
was not irritated by it. Someday they would. Someday the whole world
would know his