Edward Everett Evans

“ Hanlon whispered as they were walking down the hall. “If I shake my head, he's lying.”
Admiral Hawarden's eyes widened, and though he said nothing, he was thinking, “This is certainly the most amazing young man I've ever met. Where does the SS get 'em?”
They had barely entered the study when a door on the far side of the room opened, and the emperor came in, leaning on the arm of an aide. He sat down heavily behind the ornate desk.
“Well well well,” he barked pettishly. “What's all this about, sir? What's so important you have to get me out of bed?” ”

“ There was a moment of incredulity in the young man's eyes, then he straightened, and that depth of character which the men in command had foreseen came to the surface, and he issued crisp orders. “Very well, sir, I'll take you at your word. Please connect me with the planetographers, then get me the High Admiral.”
Hawarden activated the intercom, and when a face appeared on the screen ordered, “Give this young man any information he wants.”
“Do you know a planet named ‘Algon’ or ‘Guddu’?” Hanlon asked. ”

“ That fleet must be captured or destroyed before they can get it finished. I know you realize that better than I, sir, but it must be taken care of immediately.... Oh, no, sir, you can't just blast the planet. There are natives there that are high enough in the cultural scale so the planet cannot be colonized, but they must be freed from the slavery under which they are now held. They are fine, friendly people.... You'll rendezvous the fleet immediately? That's fine, sir. Oh, one more thing, please notify SSM Regional Admiral Newton to send all available SS men here at once. ”