the noon sun
`` I 'll come out and see you this afternoon , Mrs. Ames , '' he promised , `` after I check in at the Roost . I want to look at that note you had from Ann . '' Captain Hunter left the municipal building and stood on the transit platform . It was blazing hot in the noon sun , and he considered chartering an autojet to the city , as he always had before . But though a jet was faster than the monorail it was also more expensive . Acutely mindful that he had left the service and would earn no more juicy credit bonuses , he took the monorail instead . He had only a ten-minute wait before a crowded car screamed to a stop at the port station .