"Why don't you give up? You can't begin to realize how isolated you are from the men who might listen to you—if you could get to them."
"Look, Brenner, I've no doubt that you have your henchmen neatly planted in many high offices. But you can't cover them all."
"How can you tell which is which?" laughed Brenner. "You can't get through, Farradyne."
Carolyn stirred and groaned. Farradyne looked at her as she opened her eyes. "Can't take it?" he sneered. "But how you can dish it out!"
"Where are we?" groaned Carolyn.
"Wouldn't tell you on a bet," he snapped. "You might be telepathic as well as multitonal. I—"
Farradyne's eye caught a flicker of motion and he whirled. The other two men were struggling against the tape that bound their wrists and ankles, and they glared at him over the white sheet of tape beneath their noses.
"Shut up!" roared Farradyne.
Brenner sneered. "Just how do you hope to do anything?"
"I have a few ideas."