Then he was inside. He shied left to set the craft down.
It bounced and half rolled on the deck. Then he struggled to the door.
When he opened it there was an orderly waiting. "That was a hell of a landing," he said. "For—hey!"
He went down easily under the assault. Parr realized his mind had grown even stronger than he had supposed. For the first time he began to hope that he really stood a chance of making it.
He glanced at his watch.
Almost forty-five minutes! It had seemed only five....
Lauri ran toward the second building. Her mind usually smooth and calm, was now a welter of conflicting thoughts. She had tried to reach the other Oholos. But they shut themselves off. No help from them.
There were no cabs out. And the telephones were dead. She was desperately afraid Kal was in the morgue but she could not risk the time to be sure. Vaguely she remembered the siren that had squalled when the police came for the body of the Oholo and his Earth assailant who had been killed outside the hotel. But she could not remember another siren near the time Kal had been killed. She was forced to assume the police had not come for him.
But she could not be sure.