 Why was the Space Patrolman surprised that Tolliver referred to Betty as "Miss Koslow"?
By H. B. FYFE [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Worlds of If Science Fiction, September 1961. The big moon-face of Jeffers, manager of the Ganymedan branch of Koslow Spaceways, glowered back at him. Its reddish tinge brightened the office noticeably, for such of Ganymede's surface as could be seen through the transparent dome outside the office window was cold, dim and rugged. The glowing semi-disk of Jupiter was more than half a million miles distant. "A little percentage here and there on the cargoes never shows by the time figures get back to Earth. "You know I took this piloting job just to scrape up money for an advanced engineering degree back on Earth. It had been built for Ganymede, but not for Jeffers. "Okay I can't fire you legally—as long as you report for work," grumbled Jeffers, by now a shade more ruddy. Tolliver began to have his doubts the next day; which was "Tuesday" by the arbitrary calender constructed to match Ganymede's week-long journey around Jupiter. His contract guaranteed a pilot's rating, but someone had neglected to specify the type of craft to be piloted. On the bulletin board, Tolliver's name stood out beside the number of one of the airtight tractors used between the dome city and the spaceport, or for hauling cross-country to one of the mining domes. He soon found that there was nothing for him to do but hang around the garage in case a spaceship should land. Sometimes there's no reason but them for sending a ship back with a crew instead of in an economy orbit. Under a portable, double-chambered plastic dome blown up outside the ship's airlock, a crewman helped him load two trunks and a collection of bags into the tractor. "Sure," agreed Tolliver thinking, Ohmigod! Trying already to be just one of the gang, instead of Lady Betty! Is her old man the treasurer, or does he just know where bodies are buried? "Were they ribbing me, or is it true that none of the four of them goes back with the ship?" They found they could send back loaded ships by 'automatic' flight—that is, a long, slow, economical orbit and automatic signalling equipment. Then they're boarded approaching Earth's orbit and landed by pilots who don't have to waste their time making the entire trip." "Yeah," he went on, "right now, I don't do a thing but drive missions from the city to the spaceport."
 It was a cover name, not her real name.
 It was a cover name, not her real name.  He realized that she was the boss' daughter.  The Space Patrolman didn’t know her name.  She wasn’t supposed to tell anyone who she was.