Walsh, with his electrogun out, herded the pair into the next room. Jahore's shouts continued for some time.
"Ask Oscar if he was sure," suggested Sommers.
Dr. Ilyanov stepped to the Morse sender and tapped out the message.
Tick-tick, said Oscar.
"Well, that's good enough for me," said Sommers, "but we might as well have the rest in, I suppose."
The captain called Horitz via his wrist phone, swore fearfully when he heard that they had bagged the ambassador, and promised to come down later. Horitz continued to read off lists of names to the central operator, bringing in groups of passengers whose nervousness increased as rumors spread through the ship.
Horitz strode up and down the room, slamming one fist into the palm of the other hand. "There must be something we've overlooked," he said. "We've got to figure out what the semantic block is between us and Oscar. I know it's something simple, I feel it; but—"
Dr. Ilyanov was frowning thoughtfully. "I have an idea," she said. "Did it ever occur to you that Dr. Tooker might be the man we are looking for?"
"Tooker!" said Horitz.