.

The Lieutenant said, "Want to try some more of this coffee now, sir? Or
maybe some soup or a sandwich?"

Don groaned. "No. No, thanks. Don't think I could hold it down."

The pilot grinned. "You must've thrown a classic, sir."

"I guess so. What time is it? No, that doesn't make any difference.
What's the date?"

Pierpont told him.

It was hard to believe. The last he could remember he'd been with Di.
With Di in some nightclub. He wondered how long ago that had been.

He fumbled in his clothes for a smoke and couldn't find one. He didn't
want it anyway.

He growled at the Lieutenant, "Well, how go the One Man Scouts?"

Pierpont grinned back at him. "Glad to be out of them, sir?"

"Usually."

Pierpont looked at him strangely. "I don't blame you, I suppose. But it
isn't as bad these days as it used to be while you were still in the
Space Service, sir."

Don grunted. "How come? Two weeks to a month, all by yourself, watching
the symptoms of space cafard progress. Then three weeks of leave, to get
drunk in, and then another stretch in space."

The pilot snorted deprecation. "That's the way it used to be." He
fingered the spoon of his coffee cup. "That's the way it still should
be, of course. But it isn't. They're spreading the duty around now and I
spend less than one week out of four on patrol."

Don hadn't been listening too closely, but now he looked up. "What'd'ya
mean?"

Pierpont said, "I mean, sir, I suppose this isn't bridging security,
seeing who you are, but fuel stocks are so low that we can't maintain
full patrols any more."

There was a cold emptiness in Don Mathers' stomach.

He said, "Look, I'm still woozy. Say that again, Lieutenant."

The Lieutenant told him again.

Don Mathers rubbed the back of his hand over his mouth and tried to
think.

He said finally, "Look, Lieutenant. First let's get another cup of
coffee into me, and maybe that sandwich you were talking about. Then
would you help me to get back to my hotel?"

* * * * *

By the fourth day, his hands weren't trembling any longer. He ate a good
breakfast, dressed carefully, then took a hotel limousine down to the
offices of the Mathers, Demming and Rostoff Corporation.

At the entrance to the inner sanctum the heavyset Scotty looked up at
his approach. He said, "The boss has been looking for you, Mr. Mathers,
but right now you ain't got no appointment, have you? Him and Mr.
Rostoff is hav