 What can be inferred from the passage about Jorgensen's Worlds?
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. Unfortunately, Jorgensen's Worlds are technologically undeveloped areas. "I have here," he said solemnly, "information which will change that picture completely." Magnan spread his fingers, folded one down. "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." Retief opened the envelope Magnan handed him and looked at the tickets inside. "You'll be traveling with Class X credentials," Magnan snapped. 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." "For the two twenty-eight for Jorgensen's Worlds," Retief said. "But—" Retief picked up his suitcase and walked away toward the glare sign reading To Gates 16-30 . Retief followed the signs, threaded his way through crowds, found a covered ramp with the number 228 posted over it. "Which way to cabin fifty-seven, son?" Retief asked. "Finders keepers." He gripped a handle of the brass-bound trunk in each hand, bent his knees and heaved the trunk up to chest level, then raised it overhead. "When you can spare the time from your other duties," Retief said, "take a look at Section Three, Paragraph One, of the Uniform Code. That spells out the law on confirmed space on vessels engaged in interplanetary commerce." One of the two wiped his nose on a sleeve, spat on his right palm, and stepped forward, then hesitated. At a table across the room, the Captain, now wearing a dress uniform and with his thin red hair neatly parted, sat with a table of male passengers.
 Tourists are no longer welcome and travel has been halted.
 It's difficult to locate and makes travel rather uncommon  Tourists are no longer welcome and travel has been halted.  It's existence is only known as top-secret so there is no information about it.  Ships are unable to land due to too many tourists