Within a minute Grantline was ready. The duty man called from the
window, "Still at it, the fools. By the infernal--they'll kill
themselves!"
"Franck, let me out."
"I'll go with you, Commander." But the volunteer was not equipped.
Grantline would not wait.
The duty man turned to his panel. The volunteer shoved a weapon at
Grantline.
Grantline jammed on his helmet, took the weapon.
He moved the few steps into the air chamber which was the first of the
three pressure locks. Its interior door panel swung open for him. But
the door did not close after him!
Cursing the man's slowness, he waited a few seconds. Then he turned to
the corridor. The duty man came running.