Sutton jerked erect. "So it was you," he said.
Herkimer nodded happily. "At your service, sir. Is there anything you wish?"
"You didn't have to knock me out," said Sutton.
"We had to work fast, sir," said Herkimer. "We couldn't have you messing up things, stumbling around and asking questions and wanting to know what it was all about. We just drugged you and hauled you off. It was, believe me, sir, much simpler that way."
"There was some shooting," Sutton said. "I heard the guns."
"It seems," Herkimer told him, "that there were a few Revisionists lurking about, and it gets a little complicated, sir, when one tries to tell about it."
"You tangle with those Revisionists?"
"Well, to tell the truth," said Herkimer, "some of them were so rash as to draw their guns. It was most unwise of them, sir. They got the worst of it."
"It won't do us a bit of good," said Sutton, "if the idea was to get me out of the clutches of Trevor's mob. Trevor will have a psych-tracer on me. He knows where I am and this place will be watched three deep."
Herkimer grinned. "It is, sir. His men are practically falling over one another all around the place."