Dirk said wonderingly, "You ... you're human!"

"But, of course, stranger."

"This ... this isn't Earth, though. Nor any planet of the System!"

Dirk gestured toward the landscape, smooth and gaily gardened,

stretching from horizon to horizon with no ornament save the natural

adornments of Nature. Here were no grim and ugly buildings towering

to the skies, blocking the sun's warm rays from view; no shining

mansions flanked by filthy hovels; none of the cheek-and-jowl splendor

and squalor of the world whence he had come. Here was only gentle,

untrammeled beauty in a quiet, pastoral existence.

No planet of the Solar System was so organized, Dirk knew. But were a

second, convincing proof needed, he had but to glance at the sky. There

shone not the lone, familiar Sun of Earth ... but _two_ suns! A binary

system. One golden-yellow like Sol, the other a bluish-white globe of

radiance.

"No," answered the elderly man, "this is neither the Earth from which

you came nor any planet of its system. This is the planet Nadron,

satellite of the twin suns, Kraagol and Thuumion, in the fourth

galactic level."

Triumph was a bursting bomb in Morris' heart.

"Then it was a success, after all!" he cried. "Then Townsend was

right! If only he had lived to see this day! A success ... and all

because Garroway's scientists, playing with an instrument they did not

understand, succeeded where we had failed for years!

"But ... but your planet is unfamiliar to me; I do not know your suns

by the names you have given them. Your system lies just where in

relation to the galactic center? How many miles ... or light years ...

are we from my native Earth?"

The old man looked at him oddly for a moment, then:

"We are _no_ miles from your Earth, my friend," he announced quietly,

"and the distance may be measured in _seconds_ ... not light-years."

Dirk stared, bewilderment in his eyes.

"I ... I'm afraid I don't understand, sir. I hope you will forgive me.

Perhaps you are joking--?"

"It is no jest, my boy, but the simple truth. Earth and Nadron are ...

but, stay! Let me prove my point otherwise. Has it not occurred to you

to wonder that we, the people of a foreign world, know your language?"

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