byLess than an hour after the last spaceship made touchdown on Mandmoora, Jane Crowley stood before a scowling, head-shaking public Information Officer.
“My company sent me fifty light years from its nearest base in the Denebian system, Colonel,” Jane said. “I’m sorry, but it’s impossible for me to return to Deneb without my story.”
“This office has issued press releases, my dear Miss Crowley, which—”
“Press releases!” The way Jane uttered those two words made the Colonel wince. “I didn’t come fifty light years for press releases. I came….” She watched the Colonel’s face and let her voice trail off. This approach was having absolutely no effect. But Jane Crowley was a woman, young and quite pretty and it was likely, she thought, that where the straightforward, man-to-man approach might
