"Norman," said Jennifer in a frightened tone.
"Don't interfere," he heard the Duchess say. "This is man's work." Then he was outside in the corridor.
While waiting for the elevator, they met Pepperell, the ex-T.I.S. agent. Koal explained briefly what had occurred.
"Spread the word, Pepperell. If we're in time, this should discourage any ambition to sell us out among the others."
They went down in the lift, entered Koal's car, drove out into the blinding sunlight. We're going to kill a man, Norman thought. Little beads of sweat stood out on his temples. He saw the informer stretched lifeless on the floor, his blank eyes staring at him accusingly.
"Don't think about it," advised Koal, with that disconcerting ability to divine what was passing through Norman's mind.
They turned into the base of G7. Koal brought the car to a stop. A guard advanced to examine their papers. Norman recognized him as a Sinn Feiner. Acpsahme leaned forward, explained their errand.
The guard compressed his lips angrily. "Go ahead," he growled. "He's on H deck, apartment Four-o-eight."
They went up in the lift. On H deck they walked slowly along the hall until they came to room 408.