"I was."
"You still are! And you're down here to spy on us! Where's your
transmitter?"
"I don't have any transmitter," Thornwald said. "I was fool enough to
think I'd want to live here. I'm no more a spy than that bookcase is."
"Hit him again," Henderson said. "Give it to him until he tells us
where the transmitter is."
A cascade of blows descended on Thornwald from all three of them. His
head rocked dizzily beneath the assault. He stood it as long as he
could.