"I have!" It was the harsh voice. "It's no more than fair, since I proposed it."
"Oh, it's too horrible! It's too horrible!" sobbed the gentler voice. He ran out of the room.
"Let him go," said the harsh one. "This is no sight for kids."
"Here's the gun," said the other.
Evan thought: "Well, I won't take it standing still!"
Somewhere behind him the door was open. Putting his head down he charged for it. Instantly half a dozen pairs of hands seized him. He was borne back until he crashed against a wall. He felt of it gratefully. A deep instinctive need was supplied by the feeling of something solid at his back.
"Take your hands off him," said the principal voice.
Evan was freed, but he knew they still stood close beside him. The voice went on peremptorily. "Stand still if you don't want to be pinned against the wall like an insect."
"Unbind my eyes!" cried Evan. "Let me see what's coming to me."
The voice replied in its grim drawl: "Sorry, but we can't let you take mental pictures of us even to the other side."