Man of Imagination

The green fleck on the radar screen hadn’t altered in size for three days now and Lieutenant Polton was getting discouraged.

“I can’t understand it,” he grumbled. “Police craft are supposed to be able to overtake anything in space. How come that Broman can hold his lead?”

“He’s in a souped-up sports model.” Captain Wheeland didn’t appear to be worried. “He torched his jets when he spotted us.” He le...