SO the people on the Jovian satellites wanted the release of John Moore Mallory. “They're getting ugly,” the spacegram said. It had been a mistake to confine Mallory to Callisto. Stutsman should have thought of that.
Chambers would instruct Stutsman to remove Mallory from the Callisto prison, place him on one of the prison ships. Give instructions to the captain to make things comfortable for him. When this furor had blown over, after things had quieted down in the Jovian confederacy, it might be possible to release Mallory. After all, the man wasn't really guilty of any crime. It was a shame that he should be imprisoned when racketeering rats like Scorio went scot-free right here in New York.
A buzzer purred softly and Chambers reached out to press a stud.
"Dr. Craven to see you,” his secretary said. “You asked to see him. Mr. Chambers."
"All right,” said Chambers. “Send him right in."
He clicked the stud again, picked up his pen, wrote out a spacegram to Stutsman, and signed it.
Dr. Herbert Craven stood just inside the door, his black suit wrinkled and untidy, his sparse sandy hair standing on end.
"You sent for me,” he said sourly.
"Sit down, Doctor,” invited Chambers.