"How did you carry it out?"
"Disruptor," Harris said. "It was—unpleasant. For me as well as him."
He was quivering with tension. He made no attempt to conceal it, since a man who had just killed his direct superior might be expected to show some signs of extreme tension.
"Eight to go," Coburn said. "And four are in another hemisphere."
"Who are these people?" Harris asked.
Beth introduced them. The two normal-sized ones were disguised Medlins; the giant girl was Wrynn's wife, a super-woman. Harris frowned thoughtfully. There were a hundred Medlin agents on Earth. Four of them were right in this room, and it was reasonable to expect that two or three more might be within the forty-foot range of the concealed subsonic.
Not a bad haul at all. Harris began to tremble.
Beth said, "I suppose you don't even know who and where the other Darruui are yourself, do you?"
Harris shook his head. "I've only been on Earth a couple of days, you know. There wasn't time to make contact with anyone but Carver. I have no idea how to do so."
He stared levelly at her. The expression on her face was unreadable; it was impossible to tell whether she believed he had actually killed Carver.