* * * * * I remembered, then, that every cabin was hooked into a round-robin circuit, _via_ telaudio. So though it would have been humanly impossible for Lancelot Biggs to come up to this turret now, he was as truly with us as if he stood beside us. I cried back answer. "But what _can_ we do, Mr. Biggs?" And--most stunning surprise of all!--my words were echoed by the groveling goon on the floor! Major Gilchrist, his voice cracked and fearful, bleated, "What can we do? You must help me, Mr. Biggs! Save me--" [Illustration: Biggs was yelling into the speaker while Gilchrist babbled in terror.] Maybe I was mistaken, but I thought I could detect a ghost of a chuckle in my gawky pal's voice. He said, "Major, according to Space Practice Law No. 3, section _viii_, 'A space officer convicted of malfeasance, or confined under suspicion thereof pending trial and conviction, may not offer, suggest, or cause to be given any orders, commands or directions which may affect his ship's course or trajectory--'" "You're free, Mr. Biggs!" screamed Gilchrist. "Free to come and go as you please! I was wrong! You're not under arrest any longer! But save me! Save me--" This time Biggs _did_ chuckle. I heard him do it. So did every man, mouse and mess-boy aboard the _Saturn_. And-- "Very well, Major," he said. "Thank you! Todd, set the ship on the new trajectory." Todd said, "H-huh?" Cap Hanson said, "W-what?" And I croaked, "J-just ... like ... that ... Lance?" Biggs' tone wobbled as if he were nodding his head. "Sure. Just like that. Make the necessary stud adjustments, fire the rockets designated in my alternative plot-chart, and shift trajectory. That's all! And, oh, yes--you might send a couple of men outside, Skipper, with disrupters. Have them clear the hull of that caked fuel oil so it will be a little cooler in here. "Honey--" He was talking to Diane now--"I'll meet you up there in a few minutes. Wait for me!" Major Gilchrist's eyes looked like two poached eggs. As the full meaning of Biggs' words dawned upon him, he began roaring. But angrily. And loudly. "A trick! A dirty, low, mean, contemptible trick by a renegade officer! Mr. Biggs! Mr. Biggs, sir, I am placing you under arrest again! Remain in your quarters, sir, or--" But Todd had already sprung to his task, I had given the orders to Garrity's crew, and Cap Hanson handled this new threat. Again he hunched over Gilchrist's struggling-to-rise form, and his voice was a whiplash of scorn. "I wouldn't, if I was you, Major!" he warned grimly. "You seem to've forgot that a minute ago forty-odd men aboard the _Saturn_ heard you beggin' Lance Biggs to save your scrawny hide. One more crack outa you between now an' the day we hit Earth, an' this whole affair will be reported to the Company, so help me Hannah!"