"Now here," Nob said, opening the volume, "it seems to imply—"
"Wait," Beliakoff broke in. He took the book from Nob's hands and flipped through it rapidly, then turned to Kelly. In a whisper, he said in Propendium, "It looks as though Kyne blotted out all references to killing."
"Sure!" exclaimed Kelly, brightening. "I told you he was a hemophiliac—a bleeder. Naturally, he'd cut out every single mention of bloodshed!"
"This point—" Nob began.
"Later," Beliakoff said. "Right now, we'd like to get a few articles from our spaceship." He winked at Kelly, who winked back. "It won't take a moment and then we'll be only too happy to—"
"Oh, dear," said Nob. "You mean you wanted the spaceship?"
"What?"
"Well, I assumed that you'd have no further use for it. Metal is hard to get nowadays and it seemed only proper to erect heroic statues to both of you, the men who brought the institution of peace to Mala. Did I do something wrong?"
"Not at all, not at all," Kelly said. "Oh, not at all. Perfectly delighted. Not at—"
"Johnny!" said Beliakoff.