Belay that last command, I shouted, getting back into my old space-dog mood. When I was sure it had finished its trip and landed in the vault I pressed the button on my wrist transmitter. This urge must have been the genesis of my idea to drown the stolen ship. Hooray for the Boy Space Scout, Angela said with bitter mockery. The subject has no knowledge of the battleship, the robot said coldly. I waited until his attention clicked back into the room, and handed him the sheets of paper. A hand grabbed my foot. Or did you forget that I stole a ship and you set off the scuttling charge by remote to blow me up? As you see I managed to pull the fuse just before it let go.