There was another duet of exclamations which Channok, at almost any other time, would have considered highly unsuitable for Peer's ears. Right now, it escaped his attention.
"She's got Koyle's records!" stated the deep voice then.
"What's in those boxes?" Nasal-voice snapped.
"D-d-don't shake me!" wept Peer. "Papers and stuff—I don't know. They don't never tell me nothing," she wailed, "because I'm just a little girl!"
"Yes, you're just a little girl," said Nasal-voice, exasperated. "You're not going to get much bigger either."
"Cut that," said the deep voice. "No sense scaring the kid."
"Well, you're not figuring on taking them back, are you?" Nasal-voice inquired.
"No. Just Flauval. The colonel will be glad to chat with Flauval a bit, now that she's turned up alive again. Koyle may have told her plenty before we soured him on her. But there's no point in making the rest of them desperate. It's easier when they surrender."
There was a short pause. Then the deep voice addressed Peer with a sort of amiable gruffness:
"So they all went off to bury the boxes, but you don't know where they went—is that it, little girl?"