The three patrolmen leaped to their feet, saluting as they arose. Bannerman, the Superintendent, extended a hearty fist. "Welcome, General Wheelwright," he exclaimed, clicking his polished heels. "Glad to be aboard, gentlemen," rasped the Inspector-General of the Planet Patrol, returning the salute. His broad chest, scaled from throat to belt with the medals of twenty worlds, tinkled musically as he rumbled the brusque greeting. "At ease. Resume your game. Bannerman, a word with you, if you plea