"Radio Central, Mr. Karnes," came the voice. "We just got some more on Brittain. About ten minutes ago, he abandoned the police 'copter. Officer Powers was in the seat, shot through the head. We'll get the essobee on a murder rap, now." "Where was the 'copter abandoned?" Radio Central told him and went on: "Funny thing was, he didn't try to hide it or anything. And he stole another 'copter from a private citizen. We're trying to get the description now. I'll call you if anything further comes in." "Fine." Karnes hung up. The address where Brittain had left the 'copter was in almost a direct line between the apartment building and Long Island Spaceport. But if Brittain were actually heading there, why should he leave such a broad and obvious trail? He turned to the officer who was driving the 'copter. "I've got a hunch. Swivel this thing around and head for Long Island. I've got a funny feeling that Brittain will be there. He—" The phone rang again, and Karnes grabbed it. "Mr. Karnes, we've found that civilian's 'copter! It's at Long Island Spaceport! Just a second, the stuff's still coming in." Pause. "Get this: A man answering to Brittain's description bought a ticket for the West Coast rocket. "As you know, that's UN territory, and we have no jurisdiction. The rocket is sealed for takeoff, but they're holding it for us until you get there!" "Right! I'm headed there now!" he answered quickly. It was twelve minutes later that the police 'copter settled just outside the rocket enclosure. Karnes had already notified the pilot to be ready for him. He sprinted up the ramp and stood at the airlock of the transcontinental rocket. It sighed open, and Karnes stepped inside. He was met by a frightened stewardess. "Tell him to get in here and not to try any funny stuff!" snapped a voice from the passenger cabin. Brittain was standing at the forward end of the passenger compartment with a levelled gun. The rocket was tilted at forty-five degrees for the takeoff, and the passenger's seats had swiveled with a section of the flooring to keep them level, which gave the effect of a stairway which