"An early interception and arrest is anticipated. Keep tuned to this station for the latest news."
The music returned.
XXVII
Brenner said, "Very neat. Glad you made it." His smile was serene, and it made Farradyne want to push his face in. Brenner grinned at Farradyne's expression. "I wouldn't like to die in space. Now that we've landed it's going to be easier to pick you up."
"No doubt you have your henchmen neatly planted in many of the high offices. But you can't cover them all."
"But how can you tell which is which?" laughed Brenner. "And if you could, how could you prove it? If you should be stupid enough to try to point out the number of people who are plotting your downfall, who are trying to apprehend you—dead or alive—you'll sound like a howling case of paranoia."
Carolyn stirred and groaned. Farradyne looked at her as she opened her eyes. "Can't take it, eh? 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 multi-tonal. I—"