"Roper had come here. He was so long that I got worried. I came through...." She stopped talking suddenly.
"Through the transmitter? I know about it, so you can call it by the right name."
Tharol Sen nodded numbly.
"That means Roper killed him."
The girl jerked angrily. "Bart Roper wouldn't do that. He wouldn't kill an unarmed man. Probably you killed him, and just want to throw the blame on ... on us."
Torry ignored her. "Roper would be too smart to leave any evidence. So I'll leave it for him." From his pocket he took a small lighter with a name engraved on it, quickly scrubbed it free of prints and dropped it on the floor as if it had fallen in the excitement of murder. It would not carry conviction, but it would be proof of Roper's presence and his reputation would do the rest.
"You fool," said Tharol Sen. "I'm a witness, and I saw you do that. I'll testify."
"Do that," taunted Torry viciously, "if it ever comes to a trial. Who'll believe you? And I don't think the strong arm boys will wait for a trial. If you can get back through that transmitter screen, we'd better do it before someone finds us here."
"Take you?" she snarled. "I'd rather die here."
"You have that choice."