The Last Treachery
"Kang!" The name burst from Lark O'Day's lips.
"Quickly!" crisped the Martian scientist. "Pick up their guns! Daughter—" As Lark and Gary and Nora scrambled to the task of collecting the astonished Magogeans' fallen weapons, Kang directed his attention to Penny—"you will find my former slave apparel in that cupboard. Tear it to strips and bind our enemy."
"Bind him?" demanded Lark. "Why waste good rags on a scoundrel like that? I know a better way to take care of—"
"No!" commanded Dr. Kang. "We will need him to transmit our peace terms to the Magogeans when our allies have flooded the city."
"And these others?"
Kang said, "The storage closet over there. Throw them into it and lock the door. There is no reason to occasion useless bloodshed. These soldiers have committed no crime but that of obeying orders."
"Okay," said Lark. "You're running the show."
He herded together the now helpless and sadly bewildered half dozen Magogean guards, and thrust them into the cubicle pointed out by the scientist. When the door was secured behind them—
"But how did you manage to get control of this chamber?" asked Nora Powell.