Abruptly, he sobered.
"Marcia," he said. "Help me dump Shel Lur into a laundry hamper. We'll have to get her out of here. Get her to where other Earth people, Mike and the rest of them, may see her—a dead Krak. An unkillable, unburnable Krak, dead violently. Then they will listen to me."
Marcia raised puzzled eyes to him.
"But what part of her did I touch to kill her?"
"No time for explanations. Only this much. It's you the Earth should thank for finding the chink in the Krak's armor. The answer was there, but me, I was the guy who couldn't see the trees for the forest."
As he talked, Sean was dragging the tall plastic clothes hamper to the side of the dead Shel Lur.
It strained every muscle of Sean's lean tough body to transfer Shel Lur's bulk from the high-backed bench to the hamper. Marcia brought some soiled clothes that they arranged around Shel Lur's body, doubled up in the hamper.
The thick plastic rollers squeaked under the weight as he worked it to the hallway outside Shel Lur's apartments, Marcia trailing behind him.
The two Krak guards flicked their eyes at them, but remained impassive. It was nothing unusual to see an Earthling delivering clothes to the laundry.
Sean masked the effort as he trundled the hamper by the guards. It might arouse suspicions if they thought he was disclosing undue stress.