The girl shot him a quick glance. "The carrier—?" And then: "Why, on the roof here, I guess. But of course it's just short-range—"
"Do you think we could get to it?"
"Perhaps." Nelva studied him thoughtfully. "Surely you're not really thinking of trying to get away from Security in a carrier, are you?"
Dane grinned, a trifle thinly. "You never can quite tell about me, can you?" He let the grin develop into a chuckle. "How do we get up there, anyhow?"
"There's a pneumolift. Right through this door...." But though Nelva led the way, a shadow lay across her face that might have been irritation, or bafflement, or both.
It was strangely quiet in the building, it seemed to Dane. Especially considering there was a full-scale Security search for him in progress.
He tried not to think about it. He was tense enough as it was, without letting his imagination run riot.
Obliquely, he stole a glance at Nelva Guthrie, beside him in the lift.
The shadow across her face had vanished. Now the girl seemed almost placid. It was as if, in her eyes, everything was going precisely according to plan.