 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. 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. "Is this what ?" yelled Marnagan inside his helmet. Hathaway felt himself grabbed; he and Marnagan rattled around—human dice in a croupier's cup. 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. 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. "Gravity should not act this way, Click." Hathaway made it first, Marnagan bellowing just behind him. Click's voice gasped it out, as Marnagan squeezed his two-hundred-fifty pounds beside him. Instinctively, Hathaway added, "Asteroid monsters! Super-gravity and a couple of well-tossed meteors. From it, Gunther strikes unseen; ships simply crash, that's all. "People crashing here die from air-lack, no food, or from wounds caused at the crackup. Looks like accidental death instead of murder, if the Patrol happens to land and finds us. The first light struck film-surface, destroyed one chemical, leaving imprints; the second exposure simply hardened, secured the impressions. "Huh?" "It's a strange process'll develop my picture and ignore the asteroid monsters complete."
 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.