"You're sure of that?"
"Yes. I'm sure of it."
There was a pause, each man busy with his own thoughts.
"I'd swear," Saxon broke the silence, "that Q62 isn't aboard, nor any other General Atomic agents."
Murdock regarded him speculatively and Saxon caught his thought, "What the hell makes him so damned sure?"
Sure? Saxon thought to himself. He wasn't sure about anything. The alien stowaway was still aboard. His sixth sense had warned him of her nearness a hundred times during his sporadic jaunts about the ship. But he had been unable to establish contact with her.
He had kept his mind open to the wash of thoughts from crew and staff, but, so far as he had been able to learn, they were all loyal to Government. Not even in their secret innermost thoughts had he discovered any evidence that a traitor was aboard.
Murdock interrupted his reflections, asking, "Have you any idea what that N.P.A. had discovered before he died?"
Saxon started, looked at the T.I.S. agent uncomfortably. Murdock's irrelevant question had conjured a vivid picture in his mind of the death of the N.P.A. in Villainowski's office.