He smiled harshly. "I haven't yet reached the stage where I kill women. You'll be safe here—the men will find you in the morning. I'm going back, alone."
"Safe!" she said bitterly. "For what? No matter what happens, the Project is ruined."
"Don't worry," he told her brutally. "You'll find some other way to make a living."
Her eyes blazed. "You think that's all its means to us? Just money and power?" She whispered, "I hope they kill you, Duke Gray!"
He rose lazily and opened the air lock, then turned and freed her. And, sharply, the valley was bathed in a burst of light.
"Damn!" Gray picked up the sound of air motors overhead. "They must have had infra-red search beams. Well, that does it. We'll have to run for it, since this bus isn't armed."
With eerie irrelevancy, the teleradio buzzed. At this time of night, after the evening storms, some communication was possible.
Gray had a hunch. He opened the switch, and the face of John Moulton appeared on the screen. It was white and oddly still.
"Our guards saw your ship cross the plain," said Moulton quietly. "The men of the Project, led by Dio, are coming for you. I sent them, because I have decided that the life of my daughter is less important than the lives of many thousands of people.