"What did you say?" said Haven, startled.
"Nothing," said the Centaurian, and shuffled from the room. Haven got up and started after him, but saw Louise watching. He settled back and waited uncomfortably through the small talk of the reunion. It did not break up until the early hours of the morning and Haven went directly to their suite with Louise.
"No nightcap?" she asked him.
"Need plenty of sleep for the morning. But Lou, honey, I still don't think you ought to go."
"I'm going, George. That's all. It's the beginning of the George Haven legend, and I want to see it. Can you blame me?"
Haven had to admit that he could not. They went up to the suite, where Haven undressed and got into bed and pretended to fall asleep quickly. After what seemed a very long time to him he heard Louise's regular breathing.
"Sleeping honey?" he whispered.
No answer.
Haven got up quietly and dressed in the dark. He tiptoed to the door, looked back once, listened. Louise was still breathing regularly. Even before the reunion celebration was over, Haven had made up his mind. If Louise was going out there with him and the others in the morning—and apparently she was—then Haven had to go out there first, in the darkness, alone if necessary, to see what he could do about the body....