"We noticed that. But this stuff looks suspicious. I think we'll have to hold you for questioning."
Thornwald backed away. "What's that? What kind of questioning? Is this a shakedown of some kind?"
"Orders of the Governor," the inspector said. "Come on, now—we'll put you away until the Governor can talk to you himself."
"Hold it, fellow," Thornwald warned. "I'm a policeman, and I know the law. You can't lock me away without a writ."
The other chuckled. "Oh no? Want to see how?"
Thornwald stepped forward and cracked his fist into the man's face without waiting for further conversation. The man went toppling backward, but the second one moved in and quickly caught Mac's arm. He lifted his blaster and whipped it across Thornwald's face.
Helpless, Thornwald tried to duck. The butt cut into his flesh just above the cheekbone, and he sagged limply.
"You'll come now, I think."
"In here, Thornwald."