"Yes." He started for the reception room. "I don't know where we are. Another world, another dimension, it's all the same. I'll be free of the ISP. I'll find a way out if I have to break through the walls."
"But you can't!" she wailed. "The atmosphere outside it! It—it's chlorine!"
Vickers felt as if someone had kicked him in the belly. He set Tani on her feet.
"How do you know?"
"Thorpe showed me. He—he—" she straightened her skirt managing to look flustered—"he's been very friendly."
"Where are we?"
"In another dimension, I think. The blue door is a—a stasis, Thorpe called it. Don't ask me how they do it. They came through in space suits and built this hermetically-sealed fortress."
Vickers was silent. After a moment, he said: "All right, you win. I'll break out your father if it can be done."
Vickers sat in a chair facing a blank wall; his nictitating lids were raised, the pupils of his eyes like lambent flame. Beyond the wall lay the embassy of the Arab Federation.