"Good Lord! Run away. Where to?"
Wellington squirmed uneasily in the chair. "To one of the Tower stars, I believe."
"But," protested Sutton, "that's way out. Out almost to the edge."
Wellington nodded. "He bought himself a new body and a ship and stocked it up…"
"With what?" asked Sutton. "Buster had no money."
"Oh, yes, he had. Money he had saved over, what was it you said, four thousand years or so. Tips from guests, Christmas presents, one thing and another. It would all count up…in four thousand years. Placed at interest, you know."
"But why?" asked Sutton. "What does he intend to do?"
"He took out a homestead on a planet. He didn't sneak away. He filed his claim, so you can trace him if you wish. He used the family name, sir. That worried him a little. He hoped you wouldn't mind."
Sutton shook his head. "Not at all," he said. "He has a right to that name, as good a right as I have myself."
"You don't mind, then?" asked Wellington. "About the whole thing, I mean. After all, he was your property."