"Where?"
"I was hiding in the inspection hatch. I couldn't see out. Don't you know where we are?"
"They didn't think I'd find it necessary to know," she replied bitingly. "You fancy pants!"
Farradyne swore in his throat. "Now I'll ask you whose side you're on," he snapped. "I came here to—"
"Whose side I'm on?" she laughed harshly. "Whose side are you on, Farradyne? I hope you're on their side; you're bound to louse them up sooner or later."
"Look, Norma—"
"So you come bubbling home with the bait in your mouth, unable to feel the hook, and hand it to Howard to get caught on. Go back where you got that monkey costume and die."
"Norma, answer me one thing. Who was Frank Hannon?"
"Frank? Frank was Howard's right hand undercover man, Farradyne. He had the goods on a man whose name no one knows; he didn't say because he didn't have the chance. He had it all with him when you dumped the Semiramide."
Farradyne eyed her coldly. "There's one thing you've got to admit," he said. "That tale of my three-tongued people was no lotus-dream."