"Come." He took her arm and led her out into the quiet street. It was almost daylight and the sky was a clear pearl gray. Again a star detached itself from the translucent disk of the Moon and sped out into the Galaxy. _Soon_, he thought, _we'll be on a starship like that one, leaving this played-out planet for the new worlds up in the sky._ "You're going to let Gabe--the other Gabriel--go?" she asked. He bent his head to look at her swollen face. "You're free, Helen; I have my body back; why should we concern ourselves with what happens to him? He can't hurt us any more." "I suppose you're right," she muttered. "It seems unfair...." She shivered. "Still, you have no idea of the things he did to me--the things he made me do...." She shivered again. "You're cold. Let's get started." "But where are we going?" She placed her hand on his arm and looked up at him. "Back to the hotel to pick up your luggage. And then--I still think Proxima is a good idea, don't you? And then perhaps farther out still. I'm sick of this old world." "But, Je--Gabriel, you must be mad! The police will be waiting for you at the hotel." "Of course they'll be waiting, but with a citation, not handcuffs." She looked at him as if he had gone extradimensional. He laughed. "What your ex-husband didn't know, my dear, was that there was a reward out for Jed Carmody, _dead or alive_." Her face was blank for a moment. "A reward! Oh, G-G-G-Gabriel!" The girl erupted into hysterical laughter. "Shhh, darling, control yourself." He put his arm around her, protectively, restrainingly. "We'll be conspicuous," for already the Sun's first feeble rays were beginning to wash the ancient tired streets with watery gold. "Think of the reward we're going to get--five thousand credits, just for us!" She wiped her eyes and pulled down her veil. "Whatever will we do with all that money!" "I think it would be nice if we turned it over to the hotel," he smiled. "I made rather a shambles of their lobby when, pursuant to my duty as a solar citizen, I exterminated the killer Carmody. Let's give it to them and leave only pleasant memories behind us on our journey to the stars." And he couldn't help wondering whether, if things got really tough, somewhere up in those stars he could find another zarquil game. End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Bodyguard, by Christopher Grimm