By that time, the other ship had thrown open its hatch and a short,
stout man in a business suit emerged.
"I am Wheeler of Rear-Sobucks and Company," he disclosed, standing to
one side so that two men working with antigrav grapples could wrestle
a large crate onto the veranda. "I have an apology and an automatic
bather for Potentate McWorther."
But Titus turned his back on the man, abruptly facing his wife. "Good
God! What day is it?"