"Maybe," says Mr. Yardo, "but I happened to see through that face
plate of his. It was the professor all right."
He has his hand on the controls when my brain starts working again. I
utter a strangled noise and dive for the hatch into the cargo hold. B
tries to grab me but I get it open and switch on the light.
Fifty-fifty chance--I've lost.
_No_, this is the one we came in and the people who put in the new
cargo did not clear out my fish-boat, they just clamped it neatly to
the wall.