“You mean, a spaceship from Antigeos?”
“I’m afraid, my lord, that I have no information as to its port of origin, but it appears that a handful of people disembarked from the machine and made their way to Mr. Digby Cox’s place of business.”
Lord Sanderlake turned pale and his hand shook. “I’ll have to see these two men,” he said. “Ask them to come up.”
Davidson was unable to contrive to stay in the morning-room during the interview, and so he returned thoughtfully to the servants’ hall.
“Who was it?” asked Cook.
“A couple of louts with red-hot news for the Messenger. Their hen has laid an egg with three yolks.”
Messenger. “That’s nothing,” said Cook. “Why, I’ve handled an egg with six yolks, all fertile. I hope you sent them packing.”
“On the contrary. Old Worry-guts is now intervie
