"But not here at this farm. Too many people knew where I was. Charteris, folk in the town—"
"Oh, no," said Tauncer, "not here. Fast scout. The ship that brought me to Earth ahead of your squadron. It's been waiting out beyond radar range. It will take us all off."
Now, thought Kirk, I know why he's been so confident. He's been planning for time. "You sent word to the scout-ship?"
"Yes," said Tauncer. "On the porto, right after I beamed your house. I was sure you'd be unconscious."
Over Kirk's shoulder, Garstang said sharply, "When will it land?"
Tauncer made a vague movement as though trying to get his arm around where he could see his chrono. Garstang said, "It's exactly two minutes after eleven, Earth time."
Tauncer's lips moved. "Before midnight," he said. "Soon."
He seemed, dazed as he was, to be smiling.
Garstang said to Kirk, "You've got to get out of here, and fast!" He started to turn hurriedly away, as though to hustle him and Lyllin out of the house at once, but Kirk said, "No, wait, let me think."
He spoke to Tauncer. "You don't know exactly where Solleremos' squadrons are, or exactly when they'll strike."