Cosmo said sharply: "Where's the telecast room?"
"The next floor. But you can't escape. Nobody ever escapes from this house."
Bemmelman stirred, opened his eyes, sat up groggily. His face was puffy, swollen. Blood had dried on his chin. He didn't say anything.
The clatter of many feet resounded on the stair outside the boudoir. Mia clutched Cosmo's arm, said: "They're coming!"
Cosmo took the dart gun from his pocket, narrowed his green eyes. "You go first, Bemmelman, if they rush us. Understand?"
The slave breeder glared at Cosmo, moistened his battered lips. "What do you want me to do?" He spoke with difficulty.
"Clear the tower. Order everyone into the rest of the house."
Bemmelman nodded sullenly.
Cosmo saw one of the mirrors shiver violently. Then the panel slid back. The stair was jammed with naked blue Jovians and Venusian serfs. The slave girl, Llana, was in the forefront. She pointed at Cosmo, screamed: "There they are!"