door to the room marked: "Air Plant." He stepped in, snapped on the lights, and gasped in amazement. "Hell!" he groaned. The place was empty. Completely empty. Absolutely, and irrevocably vacant. Oh, there was some dirt on the floor and some trash in the corners, and a trail of scratches on the floor to show that the life giving air plant had been removed, hunk by hunk, out through another door at the far end of the room.

"Whoa, Tillie!" screamed Don. "We've been stabbed! Arden, get on the type and have ... no, wait a minute until we find out a few more things about this!" 

They made record time back to the office level. They found Burbank in his office, leaning back, and talking to someone on the phone. Channing tried to interrupt, but Burbank removed his nose from the telephone long enough to snarl, "Can't you see I'm busy? Have you no manners or respect?" 

Channing, fuming inside, swore inwardly. He sat down with a show of being calm and folded his hands over his abdomen like the famed statue of Buddha. Arden looked at him, and for all the trouble they were in, she couldn't help giggling. Channing, tall, lanky, and strong, looked as little as possible like the popular, pudgy figure of the Sitting Buddha. 

A minute passed. Burbank hung up the phone. "Where does Venus Equilateral get its air from?" snapped Burbank. "That's what I want--" "Answer me, please. I'm worried." "So am I. Something--" "Tell me first, from what source does Venus Equilateral get its fresh air?" "From the air plant. And that is--" "There must be more than one," said Burbank thoughtfully. "There's only one." "There must be more than one. We couldn't live if there weren't," said the Director. "Wishing won't make it so. There is only one." "I tell you, there must be another. Why, I went into the one up at the axis day before yesterday and found that instead of a bunch of machinery, running smoothly, purifying air, and sending it out to the various parts of the station, all there was was a veritable jungle of weeds. Those weeds, Mr. Channing, looked as though they must have been put in there years ago. Now, where did the air-purifying machinery go?" 

Channing listened to the latter half of Burbank's speech with his chin at half-mast. He looked as though a feather would knock him clear across the office. "I had some workmen clear the weeds out. I intend to replace the air machinery as soon as I can get some new material sent from Terra." Channing managed to blink. It was an effort. "You had workmen toss the weeds out--" he repeated dully. "The weeds--"

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