Book 6 of the Lensman series. Galactic Co-ordinator Kimball Kinnison finished his second cup of Tellurian coffee got up from the breakfast table and prowled about in black abstraction. Twenty-odd years had changed him but little. He weighed the same or a few pounds less; although a little of his mass had shifted downward from his mighty chest and shoulders. His hair was still brown his stern face was only faintly lined. He was mature with a conscious maturity which no young man can know.