Vickers grunted, sank deeper into his chair. Tani's soft child-like crying was getting under his skin, but he steeled himself against it. Thorpe pressed a button on his desk, and a huge televisor screen on the wall behind him glowed into life. The multiple noises of Luna City rolled into the office shattering their isolation. The tri-dimensional effect was so real, that it was as if the wall itself had been removed and they were peering directly into the street outside the blue door. Vickers could read its idiotic sign. INTERNATIONAL SPY RING INCORPORATED Secrets Bought and Sold All at once he frowned as he discovered the silent men converging on the entrance. They were dressed in civilian clothes, threading their way unobtrusively through the press. ISP men, Vickers recognized, with a thrill of alarm. One of them reached the portal, put out his hand for the knob. The blue door vanished. It simply went out like a light, leaving the ISP man staring stupidly at the blank wall of the theatre. Thorpe snapped off the televisor. Vickers could see that he was chuckling. "The fun's over," he said. "But they'll be nosing around there for a week. There's really no door there, you know." "Yes, I know. But I'll be damned if I understand." "You will," Thorpe said cryptically. Then he switched on the inter-office com. "Miss Stevens, see that this memo is circulated throughout the organization. 'Due to a police raid, the new offices of International Spy Ring, Inc., are located at B624-1/2 Water Street, Level Three'." * * * * * He clicked it off, stared at Vickers coldly. All the friendliness was gone. "Suppose we quit fencing. We know your history, Vickers. You used to claim that you could arrange the escape of any prisoner, no matter where he was being held--for a price. You made monkeys out of the ISP for a while. How many men have you broken out of the Jupiter Penal Mines and readjustment camps?" "I don't know," said Vickers. "It was a good racket while it lasted." "But you couldn't finagle your own escape, could you?" "It's easier to work from the outside," Vickers rejoined laconically. Thorpe said in a nasty voice: "That's just the point I'd like to make. Either you help us release Fralick, or we'll frame you and turn you over to the ISP." Vickers' eyes narrowed. He leaned suddenly across the desk, hit Thorpe on the chin with his balled fist! There was a "crack!" as Thorpe's jaw bone snapped. He was bowled over backward to lie in an unconscious heap against the wall. Tani screamed. She tried to reach the desk, but Vickers grabbed her off her feet, thrust her under his arm.