The tunnels and corridors were empty. The machine shops and storage
rooms were dark, and the doors to the bunkrooms were closed. We reached
the airlock.
All I had to do now was to get into a spacesuit and open the lock. The
ship lay beyond it.
Then I heard Harry's laugh!
He stood behind us, holding a slim handgun.
"Running out, people?" he asked. "Bribing that orderly wasn't bright,
Pat. He not only gets to keep his money, but he gets a promotion from
me. That's the way I operate--that's my justice."
Pat and I had turned half-way around, watching him carefully.
"Justice!" Pat flared. "Worry some more about Earth. Worry about the
Universe. Teach them your justice!"