Koal's blade flashed, cut into the Dohlmite's neck.
"Good work," said Koal. He was wiping his blade on the plant man's harness.
A thought struck Norman. His stomach revolted, but he forced himself to say, "I want the corpse of the Dohlmite."
"Why?" ejaculated the Martian.
Briefly, he revealed his discovery of the blight-sickened plant. "I want to infect this Dohlmite with the blight. There's a chance that when his fellows carry him into their city, the blight will spread."
"It's a gamble," said Koal thoughtfully. "But it's worth it."
"Leave Del Solar lie where he is then," put in Acpsahme. "We'll take the Dohlmite."
They dragged the corpse of the plant man to the elevator, dropped swiftly to the basement. Acpsahme called the guard.