The girl gave a muffled sob, buried her face in her hands.
Vickers yelled: "What!" Then in a lower voice, "But there's been
nothing on the newscasts."
"Of course not. The U.S. is hushing it up. They don't want it
broadcast that their top experimental physicist has been stolen. They
don't even know who has him or where he is. Tani has asked us to get
her father back."
"Where is he?"
Thorpe didn't look so cherubic as he drummed on the desk top.
"Here. Luna City. He's being held in the embassy of the Arab
Federation."