"What for? I've come over twenty-thousand years looking for you. I swore to find you ever since the night you killed my apprentice."
"Then you are an Agent."
"What did you think I was, Miss Hadrien?"
"Well, we were advised Fornswitthe and a man named Barwan had returned from the twentieth century with a report that would help our cause. Since there was a chance it would uncover this monopolist my father has been talking about—uh, you know my father?"
"I know all about him."
"Anyway, we were watching Fornswitthe's place. It was left unguarded for not more than an hour, but that was enough. I returned in time to see you standing over Fornswitthe's body and ... say! If you're not one of them, if you are an Agent, you must be Barwan."
Tedor nodded, continued adjusting the controls.
"Wait, Barwan. If you came twenty-thousand years, then give me ten minutes."
"You didn't give Fornswitthe any kind of a chance," Tedor said bitterly.
"I thought you killed him!" she insisted. "But tell me, what did you find in the twentieth century?"