"You ... traitor, Lewis!" husked Polly.
"I'm inclined to agree with you, Madame," said Spencer. "Only from a different point of view." He glanced at Stetson. "Any word yet on Scottie Bullone?"
"They were going to call me the minute they found him," said Stetson. His voice sounded cautious, brooding.
"You were coming to the party here tonight, weren't you, admiral?" asked Orne.
"What's that have to do with anything?" demanded Spencer.
"Are you prepared to jail your wife and daughters for conspiracy?" asked Orne.
A tight smile played around Polly's lips.
Spencer opened his mouth, closed it soundlessly.
"The Nathians are mostly women," said Orne. "There's evidence that your womenfolk are among them."
The admiral looked like a man who had been kicked in the stomach. "What ... evidence?" he whispered.