"Well—" Martin said.
"There is no point in attempting to deny it. The object speaks for itself. Why did you bring this recording device into the Room of the Dreaming?" Unger's words were hard and cold.
"No excuse!" Martin's words were hot. "Just a single question: Why are they forbidden in these rooms?"
"Why?" Unger's voice suddenly lost its certainty.
Martin's voice continued. "Why have you kept this information from us humans? Is it because these Dreaming Rooms, and the act of dreaming as practiced by you Venusians, is nothing but a hypnotic device, a trick used to cheat fools of their money?"
"It—"
"Fraud!" Martin shouted. The word seemed to roar through the room.
Unger lost his poise. The Venusian seemed to writhe, to squirm, to twist as if some unseen and invisible force was torturing him.
Johnson moved forward. Caldwell went with them. Martin saw them for the first time.
"Johnny! Caldwell! Where did you come from?"