“To get them,” added Selden, “we ought to choke the stream at its source.”
“To find out who they are is what is going to worry us,” added Benton. Cleves had stood holding a chair for Tressa Norne. Finally she noticed it and seated herself as though tired.
“Is Sanang one of these eight?” he asked her. The girl turned and looked up at him, and he saw the flush mounting in her face.
“Sometimes,” she said steadily, “I have almost believed he was Erlik’s own vice-regent on earth—the Slayer of Souls himself.”
Benton and Selden had gone. Recklow left a little later. Cleves accompanied him out to the landing.
“Are you going to keep Miss Norne here with you for the present?” inquired the older man.
“Yes. I dare not let her out of my sight, Recklow. What else can I do?”
“I don’t know. Is she prepared for the consequences?”
“Gossip? Slander?”