IITHE STUNNING INJUSTICE of that accusation came close to costing Chip Warren his life. For a split second he stood motionless in the doorway, gaping lips forming denial. Words which were never to be uttered, for suddenly a raw-boned miner wrenched a Moeller from its holster, leveled and fired.
The hot tongue of death licked hungrily at the young spaceman’s cheek, scorched air crackled in his eardrums. Now was no time to squander in vain argument. Chip ducked, spun, and hurled himself through the doorway. There still remained one hope. That he might catch the real murderer, and in that way clear himself....
But the door led to a small, deserted vestibule, and it to an alleyway behind Xu’ul’s Solarest. Viewing that maze of byways and passages, Chip knew his hope was futile. There remained
