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footsteps, I watched Snow. Behind the drooping lids, his eyes showed no fear. Was he not afraid of her, then?
    "Where does she come from?" I asked.
    "I don't know."
    The sound of the footsteps faded, then died away.
    "Don't you believe me?" he said. "I swear to you that I don't know."
    In the silence that followed, I opened a locker, pushed the clumsy atmosphere suits aside and found, as I expected, hanging at the back, the gas pistols used for manoeuvering in space. I took one out, checked the charge, and slung the harness over my shoulder. It was not strictly speaking, a weapon, but it was better than nothing.
    As I was adjusting a strap, Snow showed his yellow teeth in a mocking grin.
    "Good hunting!" he said.
    I turned towards the door.
    "Thanks."
    He dragged himself out of his chair.
    "Kelvin!"
    I looked at him. He was no longer smiling. I have never seen such an expression of weariness on anyone's face.
    He mumbled:
    "Kelvin, it isn't that… Really, I … I can't…"
    I waited; his lips moved, but uttered no sound. I turned on my heel and went out.

Sartorius
    I followed a long, empty corridor, then forked right. I had never lived on the Station, but during my training on Earth I had spent six weeks in an exact replica of it; when I reached a short aluminum stairway, I knew where it led.
    The library was in darkness, and I had to fumble for the light switch. I first consulted the index, then dialled the coordinates for the first volume of the Solarist Annual and its supplement. A red light came on. I turned to the register: the two books were marked out to Gibarian, together with The Little Apocrypha . I switched the lights off and returned to the lower deck.
    In spite of having heard the footsteps receding, I was afraid to re-enter Gibarian's room. She might return. I hesitated for some time outside the door; finally, pressing down the handle, I forced myself to go in.
    There was no one in the room. I began rummaging through the books scattered beneath the window, interrupting my search only to close the locker door: I could not bear the sight of the empty space among the work-suits.
    The supplement was not in the first pile, so, one by one, I started methodically picking up the rest of the books around the room. When I reached the final pile, between the bed and the wardrobe, I found the volume I was looking for.
    I was hoping to find some sort of clue and, sure enough, a book-marker had been slipped between the pages of the index. A name, unfamiliar to me, had been underlined in red: André Berton. The corresponding page numbers indicated two different chapters; glancing at the first, I learnt that Berton was a reserve pilot on Shannahan's ship. The second reference appeared about a hundred pages further on.
    At first, it seemed, Shannahan's expedition had proceeded with extreme caution. When, however, after sixteen days, the plasmatic ocean had not only shown no signs of aggression, but appeared to shun any direct contact with men and machines, recoiling whenever anything approached its surface, Shannahan and his deputy, Timolis, discontinued some of the precautions which were hindering the progress of their work. The force fences which had been used to demarcate and protect the working areas were taken back to base, and the expedition split up into groups of two or three men, some groups making reconnaissance flights over a radius of some several hundred miles.
    Apart from some unexpected damage to the oxygen-supply systems—the atmosphere had an unusually corrosive effect on the valves, which had to be replaced almost daily—four days passed without mishap. On the morning of the fifth day—21 days after the arrival of the expedition—two scientists, Carucci and Fechner (the first a radiobiologist, the second a physicist), left on a mission aboard a hovercraft. Six hours later, the explorers were overdue. Timolis, who was in charge of the base in Shannahan's absence, raised the alarm and diverted every