"Get your gun out," said Koal, and knocked.
There was a bitter taste in Norman's mouth. He felt sick at his stomach as he had when he'd seen the murdered T.I.S. agent aboard the Jupiter.
The door opened.
Hops was framed in the entrance. He seemed to know instantly why the three grim-faced, silent men had come. His features went stiff with terror. He backed into the room. His mouth opened.
"All right," said Koal.
"No!" cried Hops.
Acpsahme's dart struck the informer in the neck.
"Search the room," commanded Koal, stepping across the informer's body.
They found a paper upon which Hops had been working. It contained the names of seventy-eight of the Sinn Feiners. Norman's name headed the list.
"A real distinction," observed the Martian dryly.