Tedor paused on the slidefloor and Dorlup, his weight yielding considerable momentum, collided with him. Tedor grabbed the fat man's tunic and yanked him up on his toes. "All right, how did you find Fornswitthe?"
"I—I have my contacts. By Heaven, what's so important about that? You're hurting me, Tedor. You're causing a scene."
"I want to know."
"And I won't tell you."
"All right." Tedor let him go. "Get away from me. Go on, beat it."
A disgruntled Dorlup edged over toward the other side of the slidefloor, but Tedor called him back. "No, wait a minute. Who else knew where Fornswitthe could be found?"
"A lot of people. Secretaries. Directors. My producer. My comings and goings are no secret, Barwan. I merely told my associates I was going to visit Fornswitthe today and—"
"Today!"
"A little while ago."