The Astronomer said, “You think the noise was their ship landing?”
“Don’t you think it could be?”
“If it were, they may all be dead.”
“Perhaps not.” The Industrialist frowned.
“If they have landed, and are still alive, where are they?”
“Think about that for a while.” He was still frowning.
The Astronomer said, “I don’t understand you.”
“They may not be friendly.”
“Oh, no. I’ve spoken with them. They’ve—”
“You’ve spoken with them. Call that reconnaissance. What would their next step be? Invasion?”
“But they only have one ship, sir.”