He started. "Yes—why? You don't think you know me, by any chance, do you?"
"No, but I knew your brother—that is, I know Bob Trevor, who was with him when he was killed. He's one of my best friends."
The young fellow extended his hand. "A friend of Bob Trevor's—away off here! Don't it get you, just?"
Miela interrupted us here to translate to her mother and Anina what he said.
Mercer went on: "The assumption is, you people here are not working with this gang of crooks I got away from—this Tao? Am I right in thinking so?"
"You're certainly right, that far," I laughed.
I felt, more than I can say, a great sense of relief, a lessening of the tension, the unconscious strain I had been under, at this swift, jovial conversation with another human of my own kind.
"Yes, you're right on that. This Tao and I are not exactly on the same side. I'll tell you all about it in a minute."
"Then, we're working together?"
"Yes."