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He had to wait half an hour in MercantтАЩs reception room. "The boss is inside," he was told by the
even-natured, pug-nosed executive secretary.

"Then the boss will just have to hear what I have to say," Lemmon thought, unaware of how highly he
prized himself.

When the 30 minutes had elapsed and there was no sign that the conference behind those heavy doors
was drawing to a conclusion, Frank Lemmon again approached the pug-nosed secretary. "Please inform
the Solar Marshal immediately that my visit pertains to LH-propulsion!"

The abbreviation LH was his own invention. It had just shot through his head and neither Mercant nor
Perry Rhodan knew it. And perhaps neither of them was even able to guess its meaning. However,
Lemmon had observed the cardinal commandment of secrecy and in so doing he might influence Rhodan
into remaining and hearing what he, Lemmon, had to tell the Marshal.

"Is it really that important, Lemmon?" The secretary was doubtful, accustomed to constant attempts to
occupy MercantтАЩs precious time by claiming urgent business.

Calmly Frank Lemmon replied: "Iconsider it very important. Emphasize LH-propulsion, OK?"

The echo from Allan D. Mercant followed immediately. "What? LH-propulsion? WhoтАЩs waiting?
Lemmon? Send him right in!"

Frank Lemmon slowly shut the heavy door. Seated facing each other at the coffee table were Perry
Rhodan, the Administrator of the Solar Empire, and his defence chief, Allan D. Mercant. Both were
watching him expectantly. Mercant indicated with a swift wave of the hand that his Section Head was to
take a seat. Neither of them inquired about the meaning of the abbreviation LH.

Lemmon pulled the three coded strips out of his pocket and placed them on the table. As he raised his
head, he looked into RhodanтАЩs grey eyes, which were reflecting some slight tension.

"Sir, Marshal," Lemmon addressed both of them, failing to notice that in his salutation he had degraded
the boss. He did not comprehend RhodanтАЩs grin nor did he give it any thought. His concentration was
directed at the report he now had to present. He spoke about the Indian student, Rabintorge, who had
heard something about the mysterious Druuf linear hyperpropulsion through as yet unknown channels. He
spoke about the excitement engendered at Solar Defence by the article, four pages long and loaded with
formulas, which had appeared in the student newspaper,Ars Stellaris . "тАжand only two weeks later
were our scientists able to say that we had fallen victim to a student gag."

"These here," he stated as he slid the three strips into the middle of the coffee table, thus enabling
Rhodan and Mercant to decide who would take them first, "are the most important recent reports."

Lemmon paused briefly, waiting for one of them to pick up the strips. Instead Perry Rhodan said to him:
"Go on, Lemmon."

"WellтАж an hour ago I received a report from our agent in Lahore, a whole book-load of trivialities with
the exception of one item worthy of notice: that student, Rabintorge, who put us on with his linear
hyperpropulsion hoax, is supposed to be negotiating with the GHC Company for a position as research
assistant. Do we really want that type of man to drift off to our competition?"
 Frank Lemmon had spoken to Perry Rhodan several times previously and he thought he knew the