Amantha handed the child to Ethan. "You hold him." She went into the kitchen.
Ethan tossed the child up. "Here we go," he bellowed. "Free fall. Got to start early to make a s.p.a.ceman out of you." The Sitta stared at them, puzzled, as the infant shrieked with fear or joy. "Now if only Jimmy was here to see us," said Ethan, grinning proudly.
Jimmy didn"t come back soon enough. The police arrived first.
Ethan wandered to the window. The ground was far below. He didn"t want to think of what was outside the door.
"Don"t mind jail myself--been in a few." He looked at Amantha. "Just for raising h.e.l.l. Never thought I"d be responsible for putting _you_ behind bars."
[Ill.u.s.tration]
"It wasn"t you," said Amantha, her back straightening. "Curious about it myself." Wisps of hair straggled over her face. "I mean why didn"t we think of it on Mars? Didn"t we know what they"d do?"
"I guess we didn"t." Ethan cracked his knuckles contemplatively. "Did it occur to you?"
"No. I can"t understand." She frowned, but it didn"t help clarify what she was thinking about.
"We"re criminals," said Ethan soberly. "Thieves."
"I don"t mind for us. Jail"s not much worse than the home for Retired Citizens. It"s our grandson I"m thinking of."
"Don"t worry. They won"t do a thing to him." His eyes widened and he wiped off the sweat. "Oh. I see what you mean."
"Jailbirds," said Amantha. "We"ll still be in here when he grows up.
It"s a fine way to help your kin. They"ll never trust him with us in his family."
"Jailbirds," repeated Ethan mournfully. By some magic, his face cracked along the wrinkles and broke into a smile. "But once we flew," he whispered to himself.
The door opened and an official of some sort came in. Outside, Ethan caught a brief glimpse of guards.
Marlowe, chief training director of s.p.a.ce pilots for Interplanet Transport, Inc., walked in silence across the room and eased tiredly into a chair behind the desk. He"d gotten the news late at night, having been the first one contacted. The ship that had been lost had showed up in the atmosphere. There couldn"t be a mistake. No other flight was scheduled for months.
"Follow it," he had ordered and the trackers had kept it on the screen, flashing a message to the police as soon as they located where it landed. It was logical that it should go where it did, but he didn"t think that anything about this flight was susceptible to a rational approach.
Marlowe"s eyelids felt lined with sand, but that was as nothing compared to his mental irritation. The two oldsters were dead and the ship was vaporized in the Sun. But, of course, it wasn"t true and he had to figure out why.
Others would be here to help him unravel the mystery, from Demarest on down. Meanwhile, he was first. There was a lesson to learn if he could figure out what it was. d.a.m.n these senile incompetents.
"Ethan and Amantha Huntley?" he asked. They didn"t fit in with his preconceived picture.
"You the judge?" said Ethan. "I demand to see a lawyer. We"ve got our rights."
"Why don"t you let our son in?" Amantha protested. "I know he"s been dying to see us. You can"t keep us locked up like this."
"Please! I"ve just come from a consultation with your son. You"ll see him soon. As for being detained, you"ve been well treated. Most of the time, doctors have been examining you. Isn"t that true?"
"What"s that got to do with it?" challenged Ethan. "Never been sick a day in my life. Sure, my back hurts, and now and then my knees swell up.
But it"s nothing. We didn"t ask for a doctor. Got our own on Mars. Young fellow, fifty or sixty."
Facts contradicted each other. They were what Marlowe expected and yet they weren"t. It was hard to determine. Records showed that if the old couple were not actually senile incompetents, they were close to it. Now that they"d returned the ship in good condition, legal action against them would be dangerous. Everyone had grandparents and knew that they were sometimes foolish. It was a spot to get out of as gracefully as the company could.
It was as training director for Interplanet Transport, however, that he was interested in them.
"You were in s.p.a.ce for nearly four months," he said. "Few people take that much exposure to radiation at one time. We had to determine the state of your health. The evaluation isn"t complete, but I think we can say you"re in no immediate danger."
Did they understand? It was doubtful. No one else would have stolen the ship and attempted to bring it to Earth. But, d.a.m.n it, they had done so, landing the ship on the outskirts of the little town, un.o.bserved in the gathering storm.
The facts were painfully fresh in his mind.
"I"d like to know something of your background," said Marlowe. "What"s your experience with s.p.a.ceships?"
"Went to Venus in one," Ethan answered. "Also took a trip to Mars.
Stayed there."
The old man had haunted the control compartment, watching how it was done. Some people did. But that was not a subst.i.tute for experience.
"That was long ago and you were a pa.s.senger. Anything more recent?"
"Nope. Except for this last trip."
That was what didn"t make sense.
"Are you sure? Be honest. Check your memory."
The old man had once piloted jets. But it was not the same.
"No other experience," said Ethan. "Had training, though."
Marlowe knew it. Without training, no one could manage takeoff and landing. Somehow, the official search had failed to uncover this vital information. "Where did you take it?"
"Forget the name. Remember every word of it, though."
Marlowe nodded. It was often the case. Early memories were fresh and clear while later events blew over the enfeebled mind and left no trace.
"But you didn"t tell me where."
"Don"t remember that part of it. It was a mighty good course. Wasn"t accepted, even though I pa.s.sed, after paying for my lessons in advance.
They said I was too old."
Air lodged in his throat--Marlowe doubled over. If he"d heard rightly.... Good G.o.d, there were angels and correspondence courses that watched over the aged! No--give the credit to angels.
"I realized I wasn"t as spry as I used to be," continued Ethan seriously. "Can"t shoot off a planet or slam down on one the way your pilots do. We were at the far end of the field, quite a ways off.
Everybody was busy with the pilot who was running around. They were trying to help him.
"Guess they didn"t see us. They"d have laughed if they did. We went up slow, kind of wobbly. But we got off."