with the maroon van called in to report he has typhus. Typhus! And vanished. Captain Arteria, this other fannish activity must be related to the spacemen, too."
"Cornish game hens, Lieutenant? How will that help hide the fugitives?"
"I don't know, ma'am. They might be stocking a hidden hideaway with food."
"Bull semen, Lieutenant? Earthworms?" Arteria leaned forward, hands placed flat upon the desk. "Dung?"
Billings turned red. "Maybe they're hiding on a ranch or a farm."
"Could be, actually. Anyway, you've convinced me. Something's up. Get reports on all unusual activity by known or suspected fans. Let's get 'em!"
"Yes, ma'am!"
Lee Arteria thumbed idly through the file folders. They're