"You were in it with me!" Raeburn cried. "It was your plan to go to Ul!"
Vechi paid him no attention. "My crime is something else again," he said softly. "If it is a crime."
Vechi, clinging to the hand-grip, was a strangely intense figure in the compartment. I felt that he directed no ill will towards me. That he was even appealing to me in some way.
"Presently, Lasker," he said to me, "you will be able to judge my crime for yourself. It is no easy judgment to make.
"But I have no desire to bare myself before this obscene caricature of man!"
"Rocz!" he said sharply. He inclined his head to Raeburn.
The powerful Martian moved across the compartment. In the pale blue light Raeburn's vast brow glittered with perspiration. His lips twisted back in the ugliness of terror.
