And nobody paid any attention to Johnny Simms, glowering at the
table and refusing to eat.
It was a mistake, probably.
Much, much later, Cochrane and Babs were again in the control-room, and
this time they were alone.
"Look!" said Cochrane vexedly. "Do you realize that I haven't kissed you
since we got back on the ship? What happened?"
"You!" said Babs indignantly. "You've been thinking about something else
every second of the time!"
Cochrane did not think about anything else for several minutes. He began
to recall with new tolerance the insane antics of people he had been
producing shows about. They had reason--those imaginary people--to act
unreasonably.
But presently his mind was working again.
"We've got to make some plans for ourselves," he said. "We can live back
on Earth, of course. We've already made a neat sum out of the broadcasts
from this trip. But I don't think we'll want to live the way one has to
live on Earth, with too many people there. I'd like--."
Somebody came clattering up the stairs from below.
"Johnny?" It was Bell. "Is he up here?"
Cochrane released Babs.
"No. He's not here.
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