Gordon Malloy, Chief of Interplanetary Security, rocked back in his chair, and with seeming unconcern looked Rex Tate over searchingly. "How was Pluto?" "Stinking. Why we want that frozen lump in the Federation is something I can't figure." "Rich in minerals." "You left me there for seven Terran months," Rex allowed criticism to sound in his voice. This did not bother Malloy. "Good for you. Toughened you up. Safe too. Never much trouble on Pluto." "That's why I joined up. So I'd be nice and safe