Thornwald glanced up at the trio of uniformed men facing him. "I'm not saying anything."
"Hit him again," Henderson commanded boredly.
A guard's fist flashed down and smashed into Thornwald's jaw. Thornwald spat blood and glared defiantly at Henderson.
"What do you expect to get out of me, Henderson?"
The Governor whirled and sneered at him. "You're a cop, aren't you?"
"I was."
"You still are! And you're down here to spy on us! Where's your transmitter?"
"I don't have any transmitter," Thornwald said. "I was fool enough to think I'd want to live here. I'm no more a spy than that bookcase is."
"Hit him again," Henderson said. "Give it to him until he tells us where the transmitter is."
A cascade of blows descended on Thornwald from all three of them. His head rocked dizzily beneath the assault. He stood it as long as he could.