Craig and Mary found themselves being herded down the corridor. They turned a corner. A door leading into a storeroom was open. They were herded through the door. It closed behind them, leaving them in total darkness. In that darkness was the soft sound of stealthy movement. Captain Martin and Meyer Nuoy came through the lock. Nuoy was glowing with eagerness. As they passed through the lock Captain Martin glanced in the direction of an alcove that he knew was hidden there. The expression on his face was momentarily grim, but he said nothing. "I'll take over your quarters, Captain Martin," Nuoy said. "Show me to them so I can have my servants bring my belongings to them and make the necessary changes as quickly as possible. Of course, I will want to bring my own wines and foods, and I will bring my own staff of servants with me, so I can have proper service on the trip. I understand the accommodations on the deep-space ships are not elaborate." "Of course, Mr. Nuoy," Captain Martin answered. If he resented Nuoy's words or actions, no trace of it showed on his face. In the dark storeroom a voice hissed, "Who is it?" "Adam!" Craig gasped. "It's us, Craig and Mary." "Oh!" Craig heard Adam March breathe a sigh of relief. "It's a darned good thing you spoke up. I almost let you have it." "How--how did you get into the ship?" "Through one of the discharge locks. I was coming along the passage when I spotted you two coming. I didn't quite recognize you. What--what was them danged things floating through the air behind you?" Craig explained about the Sorodromes. "I knew it was something like that, or worse, though I don't know what the hell could be any worse! What are we going to do, Craig?" "What _can_ we do?" Craig answered, desperation in his voice. "We've got a military force here that is supposed to take care of creatures like these--" "Only, sometimes, it turns out that the ordinary citizens have got to do the job the military was supposed to do, but didn't!" Bitterness sounded in March's voice. "This is A deck, isn't it, the lowest deck in the ship?" "I suppose so. I don't know how many decks the _Andromeda_ has." "Hmmm. And this storage room they've got us caught in is just inside the main lock, isn't it. You come in through the main lock and go straight down the passage and turn to the left and you're here. Isn't that right?" "I--I hardly noticed," Craig answered. He didn't add that he had too many other things to think about to notice where they were being taken. "That's right," Mary answered. "If this is A deck--" the old man muttered. They heard him move away. In the darkness he stumbled over a box and apologized to Mary for the profanity. "Swear all you please, Adam," the girl said. "I'll swear with you, if that will help. What are you trying to do?"