Then he remembered, and with the air of a man about to visit a dentist for a painful operation, Farradyne went reluctantly back to his ship.
The silence that met him was reassuring. Even if she had been sound asleep, the noise of his arrival should have roused her so that she would come out to needle him some more. He looked the ship over carefully, and satisfied himself that Norma Hannon was not present.
This was too good to miss.
He raced to the control room, punched savagely at the button that closed the spacelock and fired up the radio. “Lancaster Eighty-One calling Tower.”
“Go ahead, Lancaster.”
“Request take-off instructions. Course, Terra.”
“Lancaster, is your passenger aboard?”
“Passenger?”
“Check Stateroom Eight, Lancaster. Your passenger informed us that she was going int
