He was sweating as he worked the hamper step by step down the long stairway leading to the street. He was desperately afraid that the hamper would overbalance and topple Shel Lur's body out on the landing before the two guards near the main gate. But Marcia strained her tiny body against the hamper, relieving some of the drag.
The Kraks did not even glance at them. Outside with the door closed, Sean straightened, blew a breath of relief through his tight lips.
Of a sudden, Marcia pulled his head, kissed him firmly on the lips. Sean jerked away abruptly.
"Don't you like me?" she asked petulantly. "I like you."
"How about Mike?"
Marcia shrugged. For a moment, Sean wanted to take her tiny body and shake some sense into it; but then he remembered that it was she who had given him the key to the enigma of the Krak's invulnerability.
Trust a woman to find a man's Achilles heel! He grinned wryly, and asked:
"Which way to Mike's laundry?" Marcia pointed, still pouting a little.
Mike saw them first as they pushed the hamper into the spraying room.