"Edward!"
Hushed accents! Imperative! Vehement! Nanette's voice!
"Edward, don't move! Don't look surprised! I know you're there—you and Alan—I've heard you talking."
Tiny voice, materializing from the air! Alan murmured something, but I gripped him. We sat tense.
It came again.
"Don't show surprise! It may be that they have an image of you at some other receiver! I'm alone here now—just for this moment."
I said softly: "Shall I speak? This is Ed—can you hear me?"
"Yes, Edward. They've been listening—Jonas was in here, at an aerial, eavesdropping on you. They've lifted their barrage for this one finder. Located you—they've been listening to the men there with you—Lea's weapon."
Aerial eavesdropping! Turber was aware of our plans!
Nanette's voice added: