Nayova emphatically shook his head. "To the best of my knowledge, menshar Pendleton had no enemies here. He would have none."
Templin's face showed its disappointment.
"Who were his friends?"
"He had no friends."
Templin glowered angrily, but he said nothing.
Eckert frowned. The same answer—Pendleton had had no enemies and yet he had had no friends.
"Would you say he was well liked here?"
"I would say no."
"Why not?"
A shrug. "It is hard to explain and you would not be able to understand."