Eight A.M.
He signed the contract , smiling , and mailed it at a handy postal and telegraph window at the spaceport before boarding the spaceship . * * * * * The phone was ringing . Bryce rolled over sleepily and picked it up . `` Eight A.M. L.S. S.S. Sir , '' said the soft voice of the desk clerk . `` Okay , '' he grunted , glancing at his watch and hanging up . It was two minutes after eight , but he did n't check her up on it . If he placed the voice rightly , it belonged to an exceptionally pretty brunette .