The speaker was Mulid Ruscar.
When Laniq failed to return Tedor began to worry. It suddenly occurred to him that he might be able to reach Mulid Ruscar for help. True, Ruscar had sent out an order for his arrest, but directives could be mis-read, transferred incorrectly. Perhaps Ruscar merely needed him urgently. Perhaps Ruscar had realized he would be flitting through the ages and nothing short of arrest would detain him long enough for them to get together. Tedor used his tongue to flick on the tiny transmitter embedded in his palate, then said:
"This is Tedor Barwan calling Mulid Ruscar. Barwan calling Ruscar."
He waited not more than half a minute when the answering voice whispered in his ear. "Tedor, where are you?"
"In Moscow, Chief. I'm sorry I couldn't wait in New York. I have news for you. It's about Laniq Hadrien."
"Laniq? Oh, of course. Laniq Hadrien eh? Where are you?"
Tedor gave Ruscar his address.
"Fine, Tedor. I'll send someone over to fetch you. Stay right there."
"All right, chief." And Tedor cut the connection. Ruscar had a way about him for getting to the bottom of intrigue. Tedor felt better already.