Tolliver, hardly thinking about it, expected the someone to be a secretary, but it turned out to be three members of Jeffers' headquarters staff. He recognized one as Rawlins, a warehouse chief, and guessed that the other two might be his assistants. They were large enough.
"No stupid questions!" Jeffers ordered. "Lock these two up while I think!"
Tolliver started for the door immediately, but was blocked off.
"Where should we lock—?" the fellow paused to ask.
Tolliver brought up a snappy uppercut to the man's chin, feeling that it was a poor time to engage Jeffers in fruitless debate.
In the gravity of Ganymede, the man was knocked off balance as much as he was hurt, and sprawled on the floor.
"I told you no questions!" bawled Jeffers.
The fallen hero, upon arising, had to content himself with grabbing Betty. The others were swarming over Tolliver. Jeffers came around his desk to assist.
Tolliver found himself dumped on the floor of an empty office in the adjoining warehouse building. It seemed to him that a long time had been spent in carrying him there.