"Criminals?" Miss Tweedham said, flinching.
"Yes." Sanderson choked over the word but he got it out.
"And what were you back on Earth?"
"I ran the Syndicate," Sanderson answered.
"Then that explains your genius for organization."
"I had had some experience in organization before I came here," Sanderson said, grimly. "That was why the boys made me boss. Now as to your return to Earth—"
"As I said before, maybe I don't want to go back."
Sanderson stared at her. "But you have to go back. You don't belong here."
"Maybe I came here for the same reason you and all the others came. Maybe I knew what I was coming to. Maybe I chose this place deliberately."
"What?" Sanderson gasped.