from here to there—but somehow the entire Milky Way had been converted into a squirrel cage. By H. B. FYFE Illustrated by WOOD When the passengers from Epseri II had been chauffeured from the Centaur Queen to the administration building of the spaceport, the man whose papers identified him as Robert L. Winstead trailed the others to the Interstellar Travel Agency counter. His taking an unobtrusive place near the end of the line was entirely in keeping with his unobtrusive appearance. Of medium h