of anybody finding drinkable water in one.'
Dorotha said, 'Boyce, this is all very interesting, but I'm hot
and dirty and all this talk about water's getting to me. Can I change the subject for a minute?'
Cochenour barked; it wasn't really a laugh. 'Subliminal prompting, Walthers, don't you agree? And a little old- fashioned prudery too, I expect. I think what Dorrie really wants to do is go to the toilet.'
Given a little encouragement from the girl, I would have been mildly embarrassed for her. She was evidently used to Cochenour. She only said, 'If we're going to live in this thing for three weeks, I'd like to know what it offers.'
'Certainly, Miss Keefer,' I said.
'Dorotha. Dorrie, if you like it better.'
'Sure, Dorrie. Well, you see what you've got. There are five bunks; they partition to sleep ten if wanted, but we don't want. Two shower stalls. They don't look big enough to soap yourself in, but they'll do the job if you work at it. Two chemical toilets in those cubbies. Kitchen over there-stove and storage, anyway. Pick the bunk you like, Dorrie. There's a screen arrangement that comes down when you want it for changing clothes and so on, or just if you don't want to look at the rest of us for a while.'
Cochenour said, 'Go on, Dorrie, do what you want to do. I want Walthers to show me how to fly this thing anyway.'
It wasn't a bad start to the trip. I've had worse. I've had some real traumatic times, parties that came aboard drunk and steadily got drunker, couples that fought each other every waking moment and only got together long enough so they could fight in a united front against me. This trip didn't look bad at all, even apart from the fact that I hoped it was going to save my life for me.
You don't need much skill to fly an airbody-at least, just to make it move in the direction you want to go. In Venus's atmosphere there is lift to spare. You don't worry about things like stalling out; and anyway the automatic controls do most of your thinking for you.
Cochenour learned fast. It turned out he had flown everything that moved through the air on Earth, and operated one-man submersibles, as well, in the deep-sea oil fields of his youth. He ur~derstood as soon as I mentioned it tа him that the hard part of pilotage on Venus was selecting the right flying level, and anticipating when you'd have to change it. But he also understood that he wasn't going to learn that in one day. Or even in three weeks. 'What the hell, Waithers,' he said cheerfully enough. 'At least I can make it go where I have to-in case you get trapped in a tunnel. Or shot by a jealous husband.'
I gave him the smile that little pleasantry was worth, which wasn't much. 'The other thing I can do,' he went on, 'is cook. Unless you're really good at it? No, I thought not. Well, I paid too much for this stomach to fill it with hash, so I'll make the meals. That's a little skill Dorrie never got around to learning. It was the same with her grandmother. The most beautiful woman in the world, but she had the idea that was all she had to be to own it.'
I put that aside to sort out later. He was full of little unexpected
things, this ninety- year-old young athlete. He said, 'All right. Now, while Dorrie's using up all the water in the shower-'
'Not to worry; it recycles.'
'Anyway. While she's cleaning up, finish your little lecture on where we're going.'
'Right.' I spun the globe a little. The bright spot that was us had been heading steadily south while we were talking. 'See that cluster where our track intersects those grid marks, just short of Lise Meitner?'
'Who's Lise Meitner?' he grunted.
'Somebody they named that formation after, that's all I know. Do you see where I'm pointing?'
'Yeah. Those five big mascons close together. No diggings indicated. Is that where we're going?'
'In a general way, yes.'
'Why in a general way?'
'Well,' I said, 'there's one little thing I didn't tell you. I'm assuming you won't jump salty over it, because then I'll have to get salty, too, and tell you you should have taken the trouble to learn more about Venus before you decided to explore it.'
He studied me appraisingly for a moment. Dorrie came quietly out of the shower in a long robe, her hair in a towel, and stood near him, watching me. 'That depends a lot on what you didn't tell me, friend,' he said-not sounding friendly.
'That part there is the South Polar Security Area,' I said. 'That's where the Defense boys keep the missile range and the biggest part of their weapons development areas. And civilians aren't allowed to enter.'
He was glowering at the map. 'But there's only that one little piece of a mascon that isn't off limits!'
'And that little piece,' I said, 'is where we're going.'
VI
For a man more than ninety years old, Boyce Cochenour was spry. I don't mean just that he was healthy. Full Medical will do that for you, because you just replace whatever wears out or begins to look tacky. You can't replace the brain, though. So what you usually see in the very rich old ones is a bronzed, muscular body that shakes and hesitates and drops things.
About that Cochenour had been very lucky.
He was going to be abrasive company for three weeks. He'd already insisted I show him how to pilot an airbody, and he had learned fast. When I decided to use a little flight time to give the cooling system a somewhat premature thousand-hour check, he helped me pull the covers, check the refrigerant levels, and clean the filters. Then he decided to cook us lunch.
Dorrie Keefer took over as my helper while I moved some of the supplies around, getting the autosonic probes out. At the steady noise level of the inside of an airbody, our normal voices wouldn't carry to Cochenour, a couple of meters away at the stove. I thought 0f pumping the girl about him while we checked the probes. I decided against it. I already knew the important thing about Cochenour, namely that with any luck he might be going to pay for my
