ates himself was going to be among the first to stay in the hotel, and of course there was a mad rush by all sorts of other people across the world to book rooms. Several kings and queens had cabled the White House in Washington for reservations, and a Texas millionaire called Orson Cart, who was about to marry a Hollywood starlet called Helen Highwater, was offering one hundred thousand dollars a day for the honeymoon suite.
But you cannot send guests to an hotel unless there are lots of people there to look after them, and that explains why there was yet another interesting object orbiting the earth at that moment. This was the large Transport Capsule containing the entire staff for Space Hotel 'U.S.A.' There were managers, assistant managers, desk-clerks, waitresses, bell-boys, chambermaids, pastry chefs and hall porters. The capsule they were travelling in was manned by the three famous astronauts, Shuckworth, Shanks and Showier, all of them handsome, clever and brave.
'In exactly one hour,' said Shuckworth, speaking to the passengers over the loudspeaker, 'we shall link up with Space Hotel "U.S.A.", your happy home for the next ten years. And any moment now, if you look straight ahead, you should catch your first glimpse of this magnificent space-ship. Ah-ha! I see something there! That must be it, folks! There's definitely something up there ahead of us!'
Shuckworth, Shanks and Showier, as well as the managers, assistant managers, desk-clerks, waitresses, bell-boys, chambermaids, pastry chefs and hall porters, all stared excitedly through the windows. Shuckworth fired a couple of small rockets to make the capsule go faster, and they began to catch up very quickly.
'Hey!' yelled Showier. 'That isn't our space hotel!'
'Holy rats!' cried Shanks. 'What in the name of Nebuchadnezzar is it!'
'Quick! Give me the telescope!' yelled Shuckworth. With one hand he focused the telescope and with the other he flipped the switch connecting him to Ground Control.
'Hello, Houston!' he cried into the mike. 'There's something crazy going on up here! There's a thing orbiting ahead of us and it's not like any space-ship I've ever seen, that's for sure!'
'Describe it at once,' ordered Ground Control in Houston.
'It's... it's all made of glass and it's kind of square and it's got lots of people inside it! They're all floating about like fish in a tank!'
'How many astronauts on board?'
'None,' said Shuckworth. 'They can't possibly be astronauts.'
'What makes you say that?'
'Because at least three of them are in nightshirts!'
'Don't be a fool, Shuckworth!' snapped Ground Control. 'Pull yourself together, man! This is serious!'
'I swear it!' cried poor Shuckworth. 'There's three of them in nightshirts! Two old women and one old man! I can see them clearly! I can even see their faces! Jeepers, they're older than Moses! They're about ninety years old!'
'You've gone mad, Shuckworth!' shouted Ground Control. 'You're fired! Give me Shanks!'
'Shanks speaking,' said Shanks. 'Now listen here, Houston. There's these three old birds in nightshirts floating around in this crazy glass box and there's a funny little guy with a pointed beard wearing a black top-hat and a plum-coloured velvet tail-coat and bottle-green trousers...'
'Stop!' screamed Ground Control.
'That's not all,' said Shanks. 'There's also a little boy about ten years old...'
'That's no boy, you idiot!' shouted Ground Control. 'That's an astronaut in disguise! It's a midget astronaut dressed up as a little boy! Those old people are astronauts too! They're all in disguise!'
'But who are they?' cried Shanks.
'How the heck would I know?' said Ground Control. 'Are they heading for our Space Hotel?'
'That's exactly where they are heading!' cried Shanks. T can see the Space Hotel now about a mile ahead.'
'They're going to blow it up!' yelled Ground Control. 'This is desperate! This is...' Suddenly his voice was cut off and Shanks heard another quite different voice in his earphones. It was deep and rasping.
'I'll take charge of this,' said the deep rasping voice. 'Are you there, Shanks?'
'Of course I'm here,' said Shanks. 'But how dare you butt in. Keep your big nose out of this. Who are you anyway?'
'This is the President of the United States,' said the voice.
'And this is the Wizard of Oz,' said Shanks. 'Who are you kidding?'
'Cut the piffle, Shanks,' snapped the President. 'This is a national emergency!'