He frowned, said: "You crazy kid. You don't know what you're saying. I'm an outlaw. There's no way to prove Bemmelman murdered my father and mother. And even if there was, that wouldn't clear me. Every crime the Security Patrol hasn't been able to solve has been laid at my doorstep."
"We could run away. We could go to Ganymede."
He shook his head. "It wouldn't make any difference. As long as the Renegade is alive they'll hunt. They'd trail me, extradite me."
"I don't care. I don't care. At least—"
The brazen clamor of the alarm bells shrilled suddenly in their ears.
Cosmo tore himself away, knelt beside the unconscious planter. He drew a dart gun from Bemmelman's pocket, said: "He's alive."
"What are we going to do, Cosmo?"
With a grunt, he hoisted the slack body over his shoulder. The alarm bells were pealing louder.
"I saw a telo-antenna on the roof of the tower when we were in the court. I've a hunch the telo-projector is somewhere above us."
Mia MacIver, clutching the tunic about her shoulder, asked: "But can't we run for it?"