"Eh? How do you know?"
"I know."
"Then you also know how these men here were put to sleep?" His voice had the sound of steel on stone.
She faced him without fear. "Yes."
"You did it?"
"No."
"Then who did?"
"Come and I will show you."
"Hunh!" Zen grunted. He made up his mind without hesitation. Starting toward the back door, he discovered that she was going out the front. "But that door is probably covered," he protested.
She opened it without answering his protest. Going through it, Zen thought the night outside was far colder than it had any right to be. Nedra moved without hesitation. Fifty yards away from the house a machine gun mounted on a tripod was set up in the street. Two men were lying on the ground beside it. In the quiet night, Zen could hear them snoring.