Grandma, the morose Captain and the _Kismet's_ legal officer finally straightened matters out. In return for the granting of her every whim for the rest of the voyage, Grandma agreed to return to the ship and free Stellar Transportation from any liability arising from her kidnapping. She was almost glowing over it all, but it was a beaten and broken Fogarty who finally broke the video circuit some minutes later. Turning to the crew of the _Dirty Shame_, Grandma smiled with great innocence. "Now, wasn't it nice of them to go to all that trouble over a little old lady like me," she said. Lamps grinned. "You sure fixed them, Grandma. But what a pack of trouble you got us into with the law. What are we going to do with Trumble and the _Faultless_ out there? The Space Patrol will chase us the rest of our lives for pulling a fast one like this." Grandma snapped her fingers. "I knew there was something I had forgotten." She turned back to the video set. "Hello, Commodore Trumble," she called. "Well, I hope you're satisfied," came the booming voice of the Commodore. "No, not quite. There's a small matter of amnesty for the crew of the _Dirty Shame_. If you'll just make out the papers giving them a full pardon for this whole affair, everything will be just fine." Grandma winced at the language he used in reply. On the tail of the last string of curses, he added, "I won't do it. What do you think I am, an idiot?" "We won't discuss the subject just at the moment, Commodore. But, really, you wouldn't want the story to get out that the big, brave, fearless Commodore Trumble got himself out-foxed by a poor little innocent old lady like me, would you? Silence comes dear, as my husband used to say to me." "I--I--" "And I see that the boys here have got that gun pointed in your direction again. The Space Patrol wouldn't be too happy if you brought the _Faultless_ back with a few big holes in her sides, would they. And I don't know if I can stop the boys--" The Commodore turned green, then purple, then a trifle black in the face. "I can't do it. It--it isn't legal. I--I haven't got the authority." Grandma silenced him with a wave of her hand. "Of course you have. In the case of the Space Patrol vs. Pickens and Poof, the Solar Supreme Court ruled that Patrol Commodores, while in space, have the power to grant complete amnesty to any deserving citizens who merit it. I didn't put my eldest son Wade through law school without learning something about the subject. Furthermore, in the case of Higgins vs. Abercrombie--" "All right. I give up. You win." The Commodore retired from the video screen, tears in his eyes. A few hours later the _Dirty Shame_ hove into sight of the _Kismet_. Grandma Perkins put on her space suit again and prepared to head back to the luxury liner, but not before she and her boys had had a small celebration, the high spot of which was another batch of fresh-baked biscuits.