The two men carried the limp body to a deep storage chest, dumped it in, closed the lid.
"He won't suffercate. Lid's a lousy fit."
Retief opened the door went into the corridor, Chip behind him.
"Shouldn't oughta be nobody around now," the chef said. "Everybody's mannin' approach stations."
At the D deck companionway, Retief stopped suddenly.
"Listen."
Chip cocked his head. "I don't hear nothin'," he whispered.
"Sounds like a sentry posted on the lifeboat deck," Retief said softly.
"Let's take him, Mister."