XXII
Halfway down the stairs in the Lancaster, Farradyne put out a hand and whispered, "Trouble."
"I don't hear anything."
"Someone's tinkering with something down below. See the dim light?"
"Oh," she nodded. Farradyne waved her back, and stole down the stairs and peeked cautiously around the corner. A man sat on the floor with his back to Farradyne, probing into one of the mysterious boxes with a long-handled tool.
He went back to Norma. "They're tuning up the drive."
"What do we do now?" she asked.
"Hide somewhere until that guy is finished."
"We can wait it out," said Norma thoughtfully. "Then if trouble comes at the last moment, I can slide out of here like a startled rabbit and draw the chase away from you."
"But I'm—"