serious. They don’t think much of the Solar Guard, though.”
“I gathered as much,” said Hawks dryly. He walked over from his desk. “I hated to give them the license to operate, but I had to, since I had no valid reason to turn them down. They have a good idea, too.”
“That so? What is it?” asked Strong.
“They have an old chemical-burning space freighter in which they’re going to take fair visitors up for a short ride. You see, the big one, Gus Wallace, is an old deep-space merchantman. The smaller one is Luther Simms, a rocketman.”
“Hm. Not a bad idea at all,” mused Strong. “They should make out all right.”
With that, the two Solar Guard officers dropped the incident of Wallace and Simms and turned to exchanging news of mutual friends and of what each had been doing since their last meeting. Finally, as the conversation was brought around to the exposition, Hawks got up and sat on the side of the desk, facing Strong and the cadets. His eyes glowed as he spoke.
“Steve,” he said, “this is going to be the greatest gathering of minds, thoughts, and ideas in the knowledgeable history of mankind! There are going to be lectures from the greatest minds in the system on any and all subjects you can think of. In one building we’re going to build a whole spaceship—a rocket cruiser—piece by piece, right in front of the eyes of fair visitors. In another building we’re going to have the greatest collection of musicians in the universe, continuously playing the most beautiful music, in a hall built to seat a half million people. Industry, science, medicine, art, literature, astrophysics, space flight, to say nothing of a comparative history exhibit designed to show the people where our forefathers went off the track by warring against each other. In fact, Steve, everything you can think of, and then more, will be represented here at the exposition. Why, do you know I’ve been working for three years, co-ordinating ideas, activity, and information!”
Strong and the cadets sat transfixed as they listened to the commissioner speak in glowing terms of the exposition, which, until this time, by the cadets at least, had been considered little more than a giant amusement park. Finally Strong managed to say, “And we thought the Polaris was going to be so big, it’d be the center of attraction.” He smiled.
Hawks waved his hand. “Look, I don’t want to offend you or the boys, Steve, but the fact is, the Polaris is one of the smaller exhibits!”
“I can see that now,” answered Strong. “Tell me, Mike, just what do you want us to do?”
“I’ll answer that in two parts. First, I would like the cadets to set up the Polaris, get her shining and bright, and with quiet courtesy, answer any question anyone might ask concerning the ship, referring any question they can’t answer to the information center in the Space Building.”
“That’s all, sir?” asked Tom incredulously.
“That’s all, Corbett. You open the Polaris at nine in the morning and close her at nine at night. You’ll be living aboard, of course.”
“Yes, sir. Of course, sir.”
“That sounds so simple,” drawled Roger, “it might be tough.”
“It will be tough, Manning,” commented Hawks. “Don’t fool yourself into assuming otherwise.”
“Don’t worry about these boys, Mike. Now, what is part two?” Strong asked.
Hawks smiled. “Here it is, Steve. The Solar Alliance has decided to open the exposition with a simple speech made by a relatively unknown person, but one who is deserving of such an honor. They left the choice of that person up to me.” He paused and added quietly, “I’d like you to make that opening speech, Steve.”
“Me!” cried Strong. “Me, make a speech?”
“I can’t think of anyone more deserving—or dependable.”
“But—but—” stammered the captain, “I can’t make a speech. I wouldn’t know what to say.”
“Say anything you want. Just make it short and to the point.”
Strong hesitated a moment. He realized it was a great honor, but his naturally shy personality kept him from accepting.
“Steve, it may make it easier for you to know,” said Hawks teasingly, “that there’s going to be a giant capsule lowered into the ground which will contain a record of every bit of progress made since the inception of the Solar Alliance. It’s designed to show the men of the future how to do everything from treating a common cold to exploding nuclear power. This capsule will be lowered at the end of your opening address. So, most of the attention will be focused on the capsule, not you.” The commissioner smiled.
“All right, Mike,” said Strong, grinning sheepishly. “You’ve got yourself a speechmaker!”
“Good!” said Hawks and the two men shook hands.
Tom Corbett could contain himself no longer. “Congratulations, sir!” he blurted out as the three cadets stood up. “We think Commissioner Hawks couldn’t have made a better choice!” His unit-mates nodded a vigorous assent.
Strong shook hands with the cadets and thanked them.
“You want the cadets for anything right now, Mike?” asked Strong.
“Not a thing, Steve.”
Strong turned back to the boys. “Better hop out to the spaceport and get the Polaris over the exposition site, cadets. Soon as you set her down, clean her up a little, then relax. I’ll be at the Galaxy Hotel if you need me.”
“Yes, sir,” said Tom.
The cadets saluted sharply and left the office.
Arriving at the spaceport, they found the Polaris stripped of her guns and her galley stocked with food. The chief petty officer in charge of the enlisted spacemen detail was roving through the passageways of the rocket cruiser when Tom found him.
“Everything set, chief?” asked Tom.
“All set, Cadet Corbett,” reported the elderly spaceman, saluting smartly. He gave Tom a receipt for the list of the equipment that had been removed from the ship and signed the logbook. Tom thanked him and made a hurried check of the control deck, with Roger and Astro reporting from the radar and power decks. With the precision and assurance of veteran spacemen, the three Space Cadets lifted the great ship up over the heart of the sprawling Venusian city and brought it down gently in the clearing provided for it at the exposition site, a grassy square surrounded on three sides by buildings of shimmering crystal walls.
No sooner had the giant ship settled itself to the ground, than a crew of exposition workers began laying a slidewalk toward her, while another crew began the construction of an aluminum staircase to the entrance port in her giant fin.
Almost before they realized it, Tom, Roger, and Astro found themselves busy with a hundred little things concerning the ship and their part in the fair. They were visited by the subcommissioner of the exposition and advised of the conveniences provided for the participants of the fair. Then, finally, as a last worker finished the installation of a photoelectric cell across the entrance port to count visitors to the ship, Tom, Roger, and Astro began the dirty job of washing down the giant titanium hull with a special cleaning fluid, while all around them the activity of the fair buzzed with nervous excitement.
Suddenly the three cadets heard the unmistakable roar of jets in the sky. Automatically, they looked up and saw a spaceship, nose up, decelerating as it came in for a touchdown on a clearing across one of the wide spacious streets of the fairgrounds.
“Well, blast my jets!” exclaimed Astro, his eyes clinging to the flaming exhausts as the ship lowered itself to the ground.
“That craft must be at least fifty years old!”
“I’ve got a rocket-blasting good idea, Tom,” said Roger.
The exit port of the spaceship