 Why did the guard tell Retief that the schedule for Jorgensen's World was filled up?
THE FROZEN PLANET By Keith Laumer [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Worlds of If Science Fiction, September 1961. "It is rather unusual," Magnan said, "to assign an officer of your rank to courier duty, but this is an unusual mission." "Two double planets, all rather close to an unimportant star listed as DRI-G 33987. They're called Jorgensen's Worlds, and in themselves are of no importance whatever. Since they've met no opposition so far in their infiltration of Terrestrial space, they intend to seize Jorgensen's Worlds by force." Magnan leaned back, waiting for Retief's reaction. Retief drew carefully on his cigar and looked at Magnan. "This is open aggression, Retief," he said, "in case I haven't made myself clear. Unfortunately, Jorgensen's Worlds are technologically undeveloped areas. "I have here," he said solemnly, "information which will change that picture completely." "All right, Mr. Councillor," Retief said. Magnan spread his fingers, folded one down. "This is no occasion for flippancy, Retief. "I'll carry it, sealed," Retief said. "If it's trapped for destruction, I suppose—" "I've heard of these Jorgensen's Worlds," Retief said. Overall policy calls for a defense of these backwater worlds. Otherwise the Corps would allow history to follow its natural course, as always." "Someone at a policy-making level has chosen to put all our eggs in one basket, Retief. The Jorgensens can handle it very nicely; every other man is a mechanic of some sort." Retief opened the envelope Magnan handed him and looked at the tickets inside. "You'd better waste no time getting over to Indoctrination," Magnan said. The Soetti are patrolling the trade lanes into Jorgensen's Worlds; don't get yourself interned." "I'll tell you what," Retief said soberly. "You'll be traveling with Class X credentials," Magnan snapped. "You'd better be getting started," Magnan said, shuffling papers. II Retief put down the heavy travel-battered suitcase and leaned on the counter, studying the schedules chalked on the board under the legend "ALDO CERISE—INTERPLANETARY." A thin clerk in a faded sequined blouse and a plastic snakeskin cummerbund groomed his fingernails, watching Retief from the corner of his eye. "Two twenty-eight, due out today for the Jorgensen group," Retief said. "Filled up.
 The VIP accommodation requested no tourists
 The gates were closing and he didn't want to take the time for the boarding session  The VIP accommodation requested no tourists  He was lazy and didn't want to do his job.  There were too many tourists on board already and the ship was full