"I know, but—"
"Yes, I think I'm an Earthman. I think I'm this Philip Rhodes. I—"
"Oh, Matlin! Then you remember?"
"No, but there have been other things—no time to go into them now...." Quotis, he thought. The Arcturan doctor. There had been no mention of Quotis, but there should have been. It was as if the Kedaki authorities and this Gawroi wanted to ease Quotis out of the picture, and Matlin did not like that. Why? Why shouldn't Quotis have been contacted? Quotis knew more about Matlin than anyone did. Gawroi disturbed him more than the police. He sensed that he knew the Kedaki archaeologist. Besides, if Gawroi's purpose for finding Rhodes had not been sinister, wouldn't he seek Quotis for whatever help the Arcturan could offer?
"It means something to you, lord?" Ranmut asked, indicating the newspaper.
When Matlin answered, his words were addressed to Haazahri. "Tell me, would your friend Felg go to the police or to this Gawroi?"
"Felg would avoid the police if he could. Do you trust this Gawroi?"
"No," said Matlin promptly, not bothering to give his reason.
"Then you think Felg and the archaeologist are now in league against you?"
Matlin nodded, grasped Ranmut's shoulders. "Ranmut," he said, "I don't have to tell you you've done enough for us already. You came all the way out here to help, and—"