Brenner said, "Very neat. Glad you made it." His smile was serene,
and it made Farradyne want to push his face in. Brenner grinned at
Farradyne's expression. "I wouldn't like to die in space. Now that
we've landed it's going to be easier to pick you up."
"No doubt you have your henchmen neatly planted in many of the high
offices. But you can't cover them all."
"But how can you tell which is which?" laughed Brenner. "And if you
could, how could you prove it? If you should be stupid enough to try
to point out the number of people who are plotting your downfall, who
are trying to apprehend you--dead or alive--you'll sound like a howling
case of paranoia."
Carolyn stirred and groaned. Farradyne looked at her as she opened her
eyes. "Can't take it, eh? But how you can dish it out!"
"Where are we?" groaned Carolyn.
"Wouldn't tell you on a bet," he snapped. "You might be telepathic as
well as multi-tonal. I--"
Farradyne's eye caught a flicker of motion and he whirled. The other
two men were struggling against the tape that bound their wrists and
ankles; they glared at him over the white strip of tape beneath their
noses, and made three-toned honking noises.
"Shut up!" roared Farradyne.
They stopped struggling.