"I'll go first."
The Time-vision was humming. It covered the slight noise we made. We got through the window; stalked noiselessly.
With a leap we seized Turber. He seemed unarmed, he did not struggle or cry out. He was startled; but he sat back with almost instantly recovered poise.
"Well! You here?"
We stood over him. Alan gripped him. There was a moment when I thought that Alan might plunge the dagger into him and have it over.
"Alan—easy!"
Alan shook him. He did not resist. Alan gritted: "God, I ought to kill you! Where is Nanette?"
"Nanette? Nanette?"
He began to stall. It was too much for me.