 Why does Click suspect that the meteor strike wasn’t accidental?
For Click and Irish were marooned on the pirate's asteroid—their only weapons a single gun and a news-reel camera. [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Planet Stories Spring 1944. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] Click Hathaway's camera was loaded and he stood there listening to it rack-spin film between his fingers, and he knew he was getting a damned sweet picture of everything that was happening. And out in the dark of the fore-part there was space and a star-sprinkling and this meteor coming like blazing fury. Click Hathaway felt the ship move under him like a sensitive animal's skin. It made a spiked fist and knocked the rear-jets flat, and the ship spun like a cosmic merry-go-round. Hathaway only knew he was picked up and hurled against a lever-bank, and that Marnagan wasn't long in following, swearing loud words. A sweeter one still of Marnagan beating hell out of the controls and keeping his words to himself until just now. It got so quiet you could almost hear the asteroids rushing up, cold, blue and hard. "Is this what ?" yelled Marnagan inside his helmet. They both waited, thrust against the shipside and held by a hand of gravity; listening to each other's breathing hard in the earphones. Hathaway felt himself grabbed; he and Marnagan rattled around—human dice in a croupier's cup. "Low angle shot; Interplanetary Patrolman emerges unscathed from asteroid crackup. Hathaway stared at his gloved hand, but the gloving was so thick and heavy he couldn't tell if it was shaking. They stood in the middle of a pocked, time-eroded meteor plain that stretched off, dipping down into silent indigo and a rash of stars. Upon the sharp meteoric rocks Hathaway saw the tangled insides of the radio, the food supply mashed and scattered. "Damn that meteor!" said Marnagan, hotly. Space-meteors are never hot and glowing. If it's proof you want, I've got it here, on film." "It's not proof we need now, Click. Oh, God, this would make great news-release stuff if we ever get back to Earth. Marnagan said, "We're working on margin, and we got nothin' to sweat with except your suspicions about this not being an accident. After that—right or wrong—you'll be Cosmic Films prettiest unmoving, unbreathin' genius.
 The meteor was unusually hot and glowing.
 The meteor was quiet and stealthy.  Gunther had thrown meteors before.  The meteor was unusually hot and glowing.  The gravity threw them out of orbit.