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Sergeant Madden and Patrolman Willis were, self-evidently, the only human beings on a planet some nine thousand miles in diameter. It was easy to compute that the nearest other humans would be at least some thousands of thousands of millions of miles away–so far away that distance had no meaning. This planet was something over nine-tenth rolling sea, but there were a few tens of thousands of square miles of solid ground in the one archipelago that broke the ocean’s surface. It was such loneliness as very few people ever experience. But they did not notice it. They were busy.

They went over the ground immediately about the landing place. Rocket flame had splashed it, both at the Cerberus’ landing and at the impossible take-off. There was nothing within a hundred yards not burned to a crisp. They searched outside that area. Sergeant Madden rumbled to his companion:

“Where’d the other ship land?”

Patrolman Willis blinked at him.

“There had to be another ship!” said Sergeant Madden irritably. “To bring the extra rockets. The other ship had to’ve brought ’em. And it had to have rockets of its own. There’s no spaceport here!”

Patrolman Willis blinked again. Then he saw. The Cerberus carried one set of emergency-landing rockets, for use in a descent on a refuge planet if the need arose. The need had arisen and the Cerberus had used them. Then, from somewhere, another set of rockets had been produced for it to use in leaving. Those other rockets must have come on another ship. But it was a trifle more complicated than that. The Cerberus had carried one set of rockets and used them. One. It had been supplied with another set from somewhere. Two. They must have been brought by a ship which also used a set of rockets to land by. That made three. Then the other ship must have had a fourth set for its own take-off, or it would be grounded forever on Procyron III.

Patrolman Willis frowned.

“We looked pretty carefully from aloft,” he said uncomfortably. “If there’d been another burned-off landing place, we’d have seen it.”

“I know,” rumbled Sergeant Madden. “And we didn’t. But there must’ve been another ship aground when the Cerberus came in. Where was it? It prob’ly knew the Cerberus was landing to wait for help. How? If somebody was coming to help the Cerberus it would be bound to spot the other ship, and it didn’t want to be spotted. Why? Anyhow, it must’ve taken the Cerberus and sent it off, and then taken off itself, leaving nothing sensible for us to think. ‘Sounds like delinks.” Then he growled. “Only it’s not. There’d have to be too many men. Delinks don’t work together more’n two or three. Too jealous of showin’ off. But where was that other ship, and what was it doin’ here?”

Patrolman Willis hesitated, and then said:

“There used to be pirates, sergeant.”

“Uh-huh,” said the sergeant. “You had it right the first time, most likely. Not delinks. Not pirates. You said Huks.” He looked around, estimatingly. “The rockets had to be brought here from somewhere else where they’d been landed. I’m betting the tracks were covered pretty careful. But rockets are heavy. Manhandlin’ them, whoever was doin’ it would take the easiest way. Hm-m-m. There’s water close by over yonder. Sort of a sound in there–too narrow to be a bay. Let’s have a look. And the slopes are easiest that way, too.”

He led off to the eastward. He thought of Timmy’s girl. He’d never seen her, but Timmy was going to marry her. She was on the Cerberus. It was the job of the cops to take care of whatever dilemma that ship might be in. As of here and now, it was Sergeant Madden’s job. But besides that, he thought of the way Timmy would feel if anything happened to the girl he meant to marry. As Timmy’s father, the sergeant had to do something. He wanted to do it fast. But it had to be done the right way.