"I do not know."
Templin gestured to Eckert to take the box. "Let me ask him." He came around and faced the native. "Why did your people kill Pendleton?"
"We did not kill him. We had no reason to wish him harm."
"Do you expect us to believe that Pendleton killed himself? We knew him better than that."
"You may believe whatever you wish. But men change and perhaps he did. We did not kill him. Such an act would have been repugnant to us."
"I think that's enough," Eckert said calmly.
Templin bit his lip as Eckert touched another dial on the machine. Nayova suddenly jerked, looked blank, and slumped in the chair.
