“THIS IS NOT A GOOD IDEA,” said Honey.

“You’ve had an incredibly lucky escape on Mogadosabron, Jive.

And here we go again, jumping straight into danger.

We’ve got an important consignment of rare antiquities aboard and just can’t afford the risk.

There’s the Lazanese Government to contact, too.”

Fromway made no reply as he flicked for pilot manual. He jabbed the warp-drive cut-out and there was a strange shifting sensation as the . . .

“OKAY, HONEY! LET’S SKEDADDLE OUT OF HERE!”

“Did you manage to get inside the Trading Centre, Jive?”

“Yes – finally! Goddamn it all!”

“Have you completed everything you came here to do?”

“You bet your sweet ass – if you had one! After what I’ve been through
I’ve had more than I can take of this damn dicey planet”. . . . . .

THAT’S REALLY ODD!

Everything seems sort of laid-back.

Yet I feel so incredibly tense! Why?

Fromway looked down into the gardens – many levels below.

Sweet heavens, what a diabolically sheer drop!