"For the right price," Engels admitted, cheerfully. He turned to Yuna. "What'll we do with him?"
"Put him with the rest. We can dispose of them later."
As a cell it was not too bad. But there was a stench that was nauseating. Case adjusted his eyes to the gloom and looked about.
There were bunks along one wall, a few of them occupied. With the shutting of the door behind Case, men stirred. Two thin legs swung over the top of a bunk, followed by an equally thin body.
"Take your gloating elsewhere, Engels," a sharp voice said.
"The name is not Engels. It's Case Damon."
"Huh?"
There were more legs now, four pairs. Men were spluttering excitedly. Thin bodies slid out of bunks and feet came toward Case. There was one man he knew, Burnine, the pilot of the Mars-Venus liner which had vanished.
"Case Damon! I knew sooner or later someone would get through."