"Where the hell's that?"
"I don't think you could understand if I told you."
"Is that so? Well, I'm not as stupid as you think, buster. You've snuck in here from the East somewhere. You've been pretty damn clever, but no Eastern fifth column is going to get a foothold in my territory. You come along with me. You got some questions to answer."
An ugly tremor went through the crowd. It raced from drunk to drunk and influenced even the sober. Fear mixed with panic.
"See that stuff in there?"
"Lousy Eastern fifth columnist."
"Brought his equipment with him."
"Bet it is something to blow up our space station just like they said."
Cecil Bates expanded under the reflection of these revelations. He'd shown them all right. He'd brought them out here and shown them what was going on and what he was going to do about it. He said, "All right—come on you—into the car and right down to the jail house."