The Canopans silently carried the bodies outside the door, leaving Grey sitting still at his table, performing a great quantity of furious thinking.
The Canopans silently carried the bodies outside.
Joe was back quickly. He anticipated Grey's questions.
"They'll wake up, and they'll think somebody slipped them a Mickey. But they won't remember what happened."
He hesitated, sat down, and lit another smoke. "You're okay, now, by the way."
Grey tried, and found that the nervous impulses now went where they were supposed to go. He stood up, shakily. Then he sat down again. While he was searching for words to say something, Joe interrupted.
"Look," he transmitted. "This has to be kept under cover. Things are bad enough for us without this sort of thing getting around. I didn't even want you to know, but that couldn't be helped. I didn't feel like getting bashed."