nce to be recognized. What planet so bright, and
yet so remote from any star by angular measurement?

"Turn it off," DeCastros ordered.

Mr. Wordsley turned on him in a sudden fury. "It's mine," he cried. "I
found it! Go back to your bridge." Then, aghast at what he had said, he
clapped his hand over his mouth.

"Dear me," said Captain DeCastros silkily. Suddenly he seemed to go
quite berserk. He snatched a pile-bar from its rack and swung it at the
screen. The outer panel shattered. The screen went dead.

Mr. Wordsley grabbed at the bar and got hold of it at the expense of a
broken finger. They strained and tugged. The slippery cadmium finally
eluded both of them, bounded over the railing into the pit, struck a
nomplate far below and was witheringly consumed in a flash of blue
flame.

Then they were down and rolling over and over, clawing and gouging,
until Captain DeCastros inevitably emerged upon top.

Mr. Wordsley's eyes protruded from that unbearable weight, and he wished
that there was no such thing as artificial gravity. He struggled vainly.
A bit of broken glass crunched beneath his writhing heel. He went limp
and began to sob. It was not a very manly thing to do, but Mr. Wordsley
was exercising his poetic license.

"Now then," said DeCastros, jouncing up and down a bit. "I trust that
you have come to understand who is master of this ship, Mr. Wordsley?"

His addressee continued to weep silently.

After awhile it occurred to Captain DeCastros that what he was doing was
expressly forbidden in the Rules of the Way, Section 90-G, and might, in
fact, get him into a peck of trouble. So he got up, helped Mr. Wordsley
to his feet, and began to brush him off.

In a kindly voice he said, "You must have heard of Avis Solis."

"I don't seem to remember it," Mr. Wordsley said.

"It's a solitaire. One of those planets which depend upon dark, dwarf,
satellite suns for heat, you know. It is almost always in eclipse, and
I, for one, have always been glad of it."

"Why is that?" said Mr. Wordsley, not really caring. His chest was
giving him considerable pain.

"Because it holds the darkest of memories for me. I lost a brother on
Avis Solis. Perhaps you have heard of him. Malmsworth DeCastros. He was
quite famous for certain geological discoveries on Titan at one time."

"I don't think so."

"You need not be sorry. The wretch was a murderer and a bad sport as
well. I need not append that my brother and I were a