"My brother must have changed a lot since I saw him last. Ten years ago he spent most of his time playing the violin and raising flowers."
"Still does," O'Toole answered in a far-off voice. "But he has a few other hobbies now. Games that he's learned to play too well for his own good."
Blake was studying the knife that had missed his head. He ran a thumb lightly over the razor edge of the weapon.
"Games that you play with knives?"
O'Toole nodded.
"Unless I'm greatly mistaken," he answered grimly. "That nice little fellow who tossed the bread knife at you is one of Grudge Harror's play boys."
"Now," Blake said, "we're getting some place. Who is Grudge Harror and what's he got against Wade?"
"I'll try to tell you what I know of Harror while we're on our way to make that next mono-train," O'Toole said. He took another quick glance at his watch. "She pulls out in half an hour, so keep away from lights and let's get to the station before we miss her."
They went out of the fenced space-field, bending double against the storm. For several minutes O'Toole led Jeff Blake through deserted streets. Reaching the lighted dome that was the Hope Mono-Terminal, he explained.