"But—"
"And who besides Johnny Johnson would recognize the Karmer nerve grip and be able to break it instantly?"
"Hell—"
"John Michael Johnson, known as Johnny to his friends, Earth's foremost expert in the field of electro-magnetic radiations within the human body!" Her words were needles of icy fact, each one jabbing deeper and deeper into him.
"And how would I make certain you were Johnny Johnson, except by seeing if you could break the Karmer nerve grip? If you could break it, then there was no doubt who you were!" Her words went on and on.
"Who are you?" His words were blasts of sound.
"Please, darling, you are making a scene. I am sure this is the last thing you really want to do."
He looked quickly around them. The Venusians and humans moving into this room seemed to be paying no attention to him. His gaze came back to her.
Again she patted his arm. "Relax, darling. Your secrets are safe with me."
A gray color came up inside his soul. "But—but—" His voice was suddenly weak.