"That's ridiculous," I said. "Holdreth Khain isn't carrying any theta bomb. We've checked him very carefully."
"I know," said Jedon Onomondo. "That's where you're wrong in the second place. Zorvash Pedrik isn't and never has been carrying a bomb."
I was careful with my expression. "You mean he's going to use some other method to blow up the Grand Capitol? Or is there some other trick he's going to try?"
The Damakoi shook his head. "That isn't it. What I mean is that Zorvash Pedrik is a lunatic—he's absolutely insane!"
"Tell me more."
"Zorvash Pedrik is a madman," the Damakoi repeated. "He's been in neuropsychiatric hospitals more than once. He likes to think of himself as a great savior of the people—any people. On Damak, he has denounced more than one person falsely. He has denounced anti-Government and pro-Government men alike.
"He doesn't have any reason for it; he just likes to hog glory—any kind of glory."
"Wait a minute," I said. "This doesn't follow the pattern. I don't think that our Holdreth Khain is Zorvash Pedrik."
Jedon Onomondo looked blank. "Why not?"