"Where Paul Trelawney's locked up?"
"Yes. They call it a lab."
"Who are they?"
"Miguel and Paul."
"What kind of lab is it?" Dowland asked absently.
"I don't know. They're building something there. Some sort of a
machine."
"Are your uncles scientists?"
"Yes." Her tone had begun to harden--a Freeholder lady rebuffing a
non-Terran's prying.
Dowland said, "If we knew whether they had radiation suits in that
lab...."
"I believe they do."