When seconds later that name was pronounced, he gave a little gasp. He
felt the burning eyes of the others envelop him. Overcome by emotion,
he was unable to meet those eyes and bent his own to the table. A
nausea of dismay bereft him of the power to think or act. But all too
soon there came to his ear the calm and precise speech of Lien Weng.
“John Endor,” said the President in a small soft voice, not unlike a
cat’s purr, that turned to ice the blood of the man whom he addressed,
“you are called, within the term of eight days, reckoning from this
Sunday midnight, to kill the man Saul Hartz by the method ordained in
such cases by the Council of Seven. What that method is, it is now our
duty to reveal.”