"Who said anything about torture?" Beth asked.
"Why else would you bring me here? Obviously you want to wring information from me. Well, go ahead. I'm ready for you."
Coburn chuckled and fingered his double chins. "Don't you think we know that torture's useless on you? That if we tried any kind of forcible neural extraction of information from your mind your memory-chambers would automatically short-circuit?"
Harris' jaw dropped. "How did you know—" He stopped. The Medlins evidently had a fantastically efficient spy service. The filter-circuit in his brain was a highly secret development.
Beth said, "Relax and listen to us. We aren't out to torture you. We know already all you can tell us."
"Doubtful. But go ahead and talk."
"We know how many Darruui are on Earth. And we know approximately where they are. We'd like you to serve as a contact-man for us."
"And do what?"
"Kill the other nine Darruui on Earth," Beth said simply.
Harris smiled. "Is there any special reason why I should do this?"