Pushing Tharol Sen sullenly before him, Torry stood clear. In a moment, the tunnel was full of uniformed figures.
Grannar studied Torry with some amusement. "You needn't have gone so fast. I got your note, but your trail ran into a dead end at Ferax's office. It took time to pick it up again but we found it beside Sen Bas' body in his gardens. Clever deal, Torry. Using radioactive dust on your shoes like that. Shall we handcuff Tharol Sen and take her back?"
"No," answered Torry glumly. "She's going to show us the way to Roper."
"So you betrayed us?" asked Tharol Sen, contempt making her face ugly.
"That's a matter of opinion."
Grannar broke in. "Better pick up your gun, Torry. You may need it. How many men shall we take?"
Torry shrugged. "That depends on the number of spacesuits available. How many, Tharol Sen?"
"Three," she replied bitterly. "Do you think two of you dare tackle Roper alone?"
"I think so. How about it, Grannar?"
The policeman grunted.