Harrigan himself would be coming to Harrigan's Horror in about two months to check in the arrival of the beam from Neoterra, just as Paul had gone to Proxima ten months before. Just what Hoagland's crew of cutthroats intended to do on Harrigan's Horror, Paul could not determine from the myriad of unpleasant possibilities he could conjure up. But he knew--and he was not wrong--that they would tell him very soon. Below them, a half mile or so from the relay station, a small spacecraft stood with its nose in the air. The big spacecraft landed near the small one, and Paul was handed a space suit. "Get in," said Evans. Evans had been one of the pseudo-policemen back on Terra. "What's next?" asked Paul. "Get in--you'll find out." "Why not let me in on it." "You'll learn. Get in it or we'll be glad to take you out across this airless planet without a suit." "That wouldn't do you much good." "No?" The man's attitude convinced Paul that this was the termination of any idea of keeping him alive. Up to now they had been saving him. Obviously for this. Paul's faith in the idea that kidnapers do not kill people after keeping them alive for almost a year began to wane. For some reason it had been necessary to keep Paul alive this long, but now-- But Paul had no intention of dying by going out across Harrigan's Horror in his city clothing. Paul looked across the face of Harrigan's Horror, and blinked. The huge emblazoned registry number was half-hidden around the side of the space ship, but Paul knew every rivet in her. That ship was Paul Grayson's BurAst P.G.1.! A glimmer of hope came. He got into the space suit and was led across to the smaller ship by Evans. A pilot in the BurAst ship let them in through the airlock and swung his helmet back over his head and greeted Evans glumly. "Thought you'd never get here," he said. "When did you take off?" "Hour after you did." "Been here long?" "Hundred and seven hours Sol." Paul looked around. Everything was in place, everything in order. "What goes on?" he asked. Evans turned to him. "I don't mind telling you. Hoagland has no intention of letting you or anybody else start this Z-wave business between here and home." "Then why this stuff? Why this set-up?" "You've stirred up enough interest to make some men curious. Now you'll stop it." Paul scowled at Evans. "Look," he said testily, "this Z-wave communications is not going to die with me. Killing one man isn't going to stop curiosity one bit." Evans laughed. "You've stolen a spacecraft belonging to the Bureau of Astrogation, the one filled with Z-wave gear. A fugitive from justice, you've come to this station, which will be the next radio beacon checked in which is also close enough to Neoterra's Z-wave Central for you to make connection and get whatever contact you need for your Z-wave line across space.