"Sensed, hell! It strikes me that you know a devil of a lot about the Andromeda. You knew how to get through a discharge port. You knew where this opening was."
The old man blinked guileless eyes at him. "Do I? I'm just lucky, I guess. We've got to figure out what we're going to do next."
"We'll get out of the ship and go straight to General Stanton," Mary said.
"And what will we do when we get to the general?" Craig asked. "Tell him about Filo and the Sorodromes? We'll get our heads examined by the station doctors. By the time they have finished with us, the ship will be gone. If anything is to be done, it has to be done right now."
"Why not let the ship go?" Mary argued. "All they've got is Nuoy and we can sure stand to part with him."
"And have the Sorodromes come back at us, later, with all his power on their side? Think again, Mary."
"But surely the general—"
"I'm afraid Craig's about right, Mary," old Adam interposed. "The general is not a bad guy and he's not thick-headed, but he would need some kind of evidence, something in the way of proof, before he would believe any story we told him."
"The evidence is in an alcove just inside the main lock. I can point it out to him."
"Yes, but who's going to pry Filo out of there?" Craig answered. "I've got a hunch that Filo is not exactly helpless. If we break in on him, all hell may break loose."