In a moment, he could feel the rumble of the rockets through the deck, and then it was out of his hands for several minutes.
"That wasn't so bad," Betty admitted some time later. "Did you go in the right direction?"
"Who knows?" retorted Tolliver. "There wasn't time to check everything. We'll worry about that after we make your call."
"Oh!" Betty looked helpless. "It's in my pocket."
Tolliver sighed. In their weightless state, it was no easy task to pry her out of the spacesuit. He thought of inquiring if she needed any further help, but reminded himself that this was the boss's daughter. When Betty produced a memo giving frequency and call sign, he set about making contact.
It took only a few minutes, as if the channel had been monitored expectantly, and the man who flickered into life on the screen wore a uniform.
"Space Patrol?" whispered Tolliver incredulously.
"That's right," said Betty. "Uh ... Daddy made arrangements for me."
Tolliver held her in front of the screen so she would not float out of range of the scanner and microphone. As she spoke, he stared exasperatedly at a bulkhead, marveling at the influence of a man who could arrange for a cruiser to escort his daughter to Ganymede and wondering what was behind it all.
When he heard Betty requesting assistance in arresting Jeffers and reporting the manager as the head of a ring of crooks, he began to suspect. He also noticed certain peculiarities about the remarks of the Patrolman.