It was Mallison's strangest assignment. The weird little professor wanted to go to Egypt. That meant a trip back to Earth so far as Mallison was concerned. But the professor pointed to a distant star and Mallison wondered: "Who moved Egypt?"
uscles, drawing her legs out slowly, watching her eyes for indications of pain.
"You'll be all right in a few minutes," he said. "We have to take it slow and easy or you'll get the bends."
While he worked he was asking himself questions. Who? In God's name--why? What reason had anyone for attacking the ship? There was nothing of value aboard. He had no enemies--to his knowledge--in this part of the universe.
* * * * *
Doree was trying to speak. Her throat worked. Her eyes were frantic. Mike got her legs straightened out without sending her into screaming pain. Now she was rising into a sitting position on her own power.
"Took--took--Fa--him--" she whispered hoarsely.
"Your father--where is he?"
"Who in the hell are McKee and Talbott?"
Gradually, her throat unlocked. "They came in and took him--carried him out."
"I asked you who they were."
Tears welled in her eyes. She bit her lower lip and tried to contro