"I reached them." Murdoch got unstrapped and stood up. He had the ship's acceleration just as he wanted it. "And naturally I went over the ship while you were blind. Get into your suit now, Waverill."
"Why?"
"I'm giving you a better break than you were going to give me. I'm putting you where the Patrol will pick you up."
"You won't make it, you son of a bitch. I've got some cards left."
"I know where you planned to rendezvous. By the time you buy your way out of jail, I'll be out of your reach."
"You never will."
"Talk hard enough and I may decide to kill you right now."
Waverill studied his face for a moment, then slowly got to his feet. He went to the suit locker, got out his suit, and squirmed into it. Murdoch grinned as he saw the disappointment on the other's face. The weapons were gone from the suit, too.
He said, "Zip up and get the helmet on, and get into the lock."
Waverill, face contorted with hate, complied slowly. Murdoch secured the inner hatch behind the man, then got on the ship's intercom. "Now, Waverill, you'll notice it's too far for a jump back to Ganymede. I'm going to spend about forty minutes getting into an orbit that'll give you a good chance. When I say shove off, you can either do it or stay where you are. If you stay, we'll be headed a different direction and I'll have to kill you for my own safety." He left the circuit open, and activated a spy cell so he could see into the lock. Waverill was leaning against the inner hatch, conserving what heat he could.