"Suppose they find out something?"
"Relax, will ya?" muttered Loring reassuringly. "Connel doesn't suspect
a thing. Besides, he has that cadet under arrest!"
"Yeah," argued Mason, "but you don't know those guys at Space Academy.
All this honor stuff! It's not like a regular investigation. They don't
stop digging until they dig up _real facts_! They'll find out we stowed
away and ..."
Loring calmly added cream and sugar to his coffee. "They can't prove a
thing. Jardine and Bangs are dead, and the ship's nothing but a pile of
junk."
"They'll find out, I tell you, and now we've got murder on our hands!"
A door behind Mason suddenly opened and Stefens appeared.
"Shut up, you fool!" Loring hissed. He turned blandly to face Stefens.
"Well, Captain, glad you came. I wanted to talk to you about getting us
transportation back to Venusport."
"You'll have to wait for the jet liner from Earth," said Stefens. "See
me in about two hours. Right now, I've got to make arrangements for the
investigation of the crash."
"Sure, sir," said Loring. "Ah--say, Captain, what do you expect the
investigation to turn up?"
"The true facts," replied Stefens.
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