Angel chuckled, but Ferris stared suspiciously. "How are you so sure we intend to escape?" he parried.
Pao Chung shrugged. "A simple question easily answered. While your friend was in my shop I manipulated the hypnotic machines. He talked, chiefly about himself, but also about you. Enough to give me a clue to your real identity, though probably he does not guess it himself. I know that you dare not stay. Eventually, they will check your brain wave patterns and learn ... too much. Which is the greater risk?"
"What business is that of yours?"
"None, directly," Pao Chung admitted. "But I enjoy fishing in troubled waters. Other people's business can often be turned to my profit. In this case, since we are being frank, I wish to leave with you when you go. Take me along, or I talk before you can make the attempt."
Mayhem shone in Angel's eyes but Ferris put a restraining hand on the furry arm.
"Dead men don't talk," urged Angel hopefully, his non-human tongue licking feral lips.
"Wait," ordered Ferris. "If you kill him now, we will have no chance to escape. It would draw too much attention to us."
"Besides being foolish," said Pao Chung smoothly. "Both of you are strangers in Castarona. Where would you go? Who would hide you? How long would you last?"
"Talk fast," Ferris advised gently. "If you know so much, you know we have little to lose."