"Automatic control. I came after you."
"How will we ever get back?"
Liddell looked at his wrist-chrono. "In fifteen minutes, the automatic control picks us up and brings us back. Are you all right?"
"He didn't hurt me. He didn't have time."
They waited there in sub-space in each other's arms. When, fifteen minutes later, they began to shimmer, Liddell grabbed the unconscious Short's hand and the three of them shimmered together into normal space.
Liddell went to the arsenal and secured Short with arm and leg irons. By the time he called through to Luna outbound with his explanatory message, the escaped killer had regained consciousness but maintained a grim silence.
"You know," Liddell told his wife, "one thing good's going to come of this. I mean, besides recapturing Short."
"Such as what?"
"Such as science always regarded sub-space only as a medium of transfer. But with some of its unusual properties, I'll bet a few first-rate resorts can be built out there."
"You—you're crazy," Linda said, but smiled.