The sorter's desk. He came in. I murmured Hanley's rating. "Rush. Danger. Special."
It went swiftly through. Hanley, thank Heaven, was at his desk.
I plugged in my little image finder; held it over my head; turned it slowly. I whispered:
"Look around, Chief. See where I am? Near Nareda; couple of miles out. Followed Perona; he met these men.
"The big one is De Boer, the depth bandit. I can't hear what they're saying—but I can send you their voice murmurs."
"Amplify them all you can. Relay them up," Hanley ordered.
I caught Perona's murmurs again; I swung them through my tiny transformers and off my transmitter points into the ether.
"Hear them, Chief?"
"Yes. I'll try further amplification."