She repeated the orders tonelessly into the telecast.
"Right," said Rabaul. The instrument went dead.
Cosmo went behind the glassite desk, sat down. He leveled his dart gun straight at Natal, the Martian.
"Natal," he said in a cold manner. "Bemmelman sold you down the river. He told me you were his spy."
The Martian blanched, but his black eyes were hard as marbles. "I should have guessed the pig would betray me."
"Get his gun, Big Unse," said Cosmo.
The Fozoql catfooted behind the Martian, relieved him of his weapon.
"Follow my lead," said Cosmo to Natal, concealing the dart gun up his sleeve. "Because, so help me, if you don't, you're a dead Martian."
Natal nodded, stiff faced but willing.
Bemmelman groaned, sat up. He regarded the scene in disbelief. Then his little pig eyes narrowed. He didn't say anything and Cosmo ignored him.