Red-haired Flinter Cole sipped his black coffee and looked around the chrome and white tile galley of Space Freighter Gorbals , in which he was riding down the last joint of a dogleg journey to the hermit planet of New Cornwall. "Nothing's been published about the planet for the last five hundred years," he said in a nervous, jerky voice. "You people on Gorbals at least see the place, and I understand you're the only ship that does." "That's right, twice every standard year," said the cook. He w