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УItТs a gadget out of your world, not mine!Ф Oliver said furiously.
And then it seemed to him there was a sudden coldness and silence in the room. Even the pain and the senseless terror paused for a moment. OmerieТs pale, cold eyes fixed upon Oliver a stare so chill he could almost feel the ice in it.
УWhat do you know about ourЧworld?Ф Omerie demanded.
Oliver did not speak a word. He did not need to; his face must have betrayed what he knew. He was beyond concealment in the stress of this night-time terror he still could not understand.
Omerie bared his white teeth and said three perfectly uninteffigible words. Then he stepped to the door and snapped, УKleph!Ф

Oliver could see the two women huddled together in the hall, shaking violently with involuntary waves of that strange, synthetic terror. Kila, in a luminous green gown, was rigid with control, but Kleph made no effort whatever at repression. Her downy robe had turned soft gold tonight; she shivered in it and the tears ran down her face unchecked.
УKieph,Ф Omerie said in a dangerous voice, Уyou were euphoric again yesterday?Ф
Kleph darted a scared glance at Oliver and nodded guiltily.
УYou talked too much.Ф It was a complete indictment in one sentence. УYou know the rules, Kleph. You will not be allowed to travel again if anyone reports this to the authorities.Ф
KlephТs lovely creamy face creased suddenly into impenitent dimples.
УI know it was wrong. I am very sorryЧbut you wifi not stop me if Cenbe says no.Ф
Klia flung out her arms in a gesture of helpless anger. Omerie shrugged. УIn this case, as it happens, no great harm is done,Ф he said, giving Oliver an unfathomable glance. УBut it might have been serious. Next time perhaps it will be. I must have a talk with Cenbe.Ф
УWe must find the subsonic first of all,Ф Klia reminded them, shivering. УIf Kleph is afraid to help, she can go out for a while. I confess I am very sick of KlephТs company just now.Ф
УWe could give up the house!Ф Kleph cried wildly. УLet Hoffia have it! How can you stand this long enough to huntЧФ
УGive up the house?Ф Klia echoed. УYou must be mad! With all our invitations out?Ф
УThere will be no need for that,Ф Oinerie said. УWe can find it if we all hunt. You feel able to help?Ф He looked at Oliver.
With an effort Oliver controlled his own senseless panic as the waves of it swept through the room. УYes,Ф he said. УBut what about me? What are you going to do?Ф
УThat should be obvious,Ф Omerie said, his pale eyes in the dark face regarding Oliver impassively. УKeep you in the house until we go. We can certainly do no less. You understand that. And there is no reason for us to do more, as it happens. Silence is all we promised when we signed our travel papers.Ф
УButЧФ Oliver groped for the fallacy in that reasoning. It was no use. He could not think clearly. Panic surged insanely through his mind from the very air around him. УAll right,Ф he said. УLetТs hunt.Ф
It was dawn before they found the box, tucked inside the ripped seam of a sofa cushion. Omerie took it upstairs without a word. Five minutes later the pressure in the air abruptly dropped and peace fell blissfully upon the house.
УThey will try again,Ф Omerie said to Oliver at the door of the back bedroom. УWe must watch for that. As for you, I must see that you remain in the house until Friday. For your own comfort, I advise you to let me know if Hoffia offers any further tricks. I confess I am not quite sure how to enforce your staying indoors. I could use methods that would make you very uncomfortable. I would prefer to accept your word on it.Ф
Oliver hesitated. The relaxing of pressure upon his brain had left him exhausted and stupid, and he was not at all sure what to say.
Omerie went on after a moment. УIt was partly our fault for not
insuring that we had the house to ourselves,Ф he said. УLiving here with us, you could scarcely help suspecting. Shall we say that in return for your promise, I reimburse you in part for losing the sale price on this house?Ф
Oliver thought that over. It would pacify Sue a little. And it meant only two days indoors. Besides, what good would escaping do? What could he say to outsiders that would not lead him straight to a padded cell?
УAll right,Ф he said wearily. УI promise.Ф

By Friday morning there was still no sign from Hollia. Sue telephoned at noon. Oliver knew the crackle of her voice over the wire when Kleph took the call. Even the crackle sounded hysterical; Sue saw her bargain slipping hopelessly through her grasping little fingers.
KlephТs voice was soothing. УI am sorry,Ф she said many times, in the intervals when the voice paused. УI am truly sorry. Believe me, you will find it does not matter. I know. . . I am sorryЧФ
She turned from the phone at last. УThe girl says Hoffia has given up,Ф she told the others.
УNot Hollia,Ф Klia said firmly.
Omerie shrugged. УWe have very little time left. If she intends anything more, it will be tonight. We must watch for it.Ф
УOh, not tonight!Ф KiephТs voice was horrified. УNot even Hoffia would do that!Ф
УHollia, my dear, in her own way is quite as unscrupulous as you are,Ф Omerie told her with a smile.
УButЧwould she spoil things for us just because she canТt be here?Ф
УWhat do you think?Ф Klia demanded.
Oliver ceased to listen. There was no making sense out of their talk, but he knew that by tonight whatever the secret was must surely come into the open at last. He was willing to wait and see.
For two days excitement had been building up in the house and the three who shared it with him. Even the servants felt it and were nervous and unsure of themselves. Oliver had given up asking questionsЧ it only embarrassed his tenantsЧand watched.
All the chairs in the house were collected in the three front bedrooms. The furniture was rearranged to make room for them, and dozens of covered cups had been set out on trays. Oliver recognized KiephТs rose-quartz set among the rest. No steam rose from the thin
crescent-openings, but the cups were full. Oliver lifted one and felt a heavy liquid move within it, like something half-solid, sluggishly.
Guests were obviously expected, but the regular dinner hour of nine came and went, and no one had yet arrived. Dinner was finished; the servants went home. The Sanciscos went to their rooms to dress, amid a feeling of mounting tension.
Oliver stepped out on the porch after dinner, trying in vain to guess what it was that had wrought such a pitch of expectancy in the house. There was a quarter moon swimming in haze on the horizon, but the stars which had made every night of May thus far a dazzling translucency, were very dim tonight. Clouds had begun to gather at sundown, and the undimmed weather of the whole month seemed ready to break at last.
Behind Oliver the door opened a little, and closed. He caught KlephТs fragrance before he turned, and a faint whiff of the fragrance of the euphoriac she was much too fond of drinking. She came to his side and slipped a hand into his, looking up into his face in the darkness.
УOliver,Ф she said very softly. УPromise me one thing. Promise me not to leave the house tonight.Ф
УIТve already promised that,Ф he said a little irritably.
УI know. But tonightЧI have a very particular reason for wanting you indoors tonight.Ф She leaned her head against his shoulder for a moment, and despite himself his irritation softened. He had not seen Kleph alone since that last night of her revelations; he supposed he never would be alone with her again for more than a few minutes at a time. But he knew he would not forget those two bewildering evenings. He knew too, now, that she was very weak and foolishЧbut she was still Kleph and he had held her in his arms, and was not likely ever to forget it.
УYou might beЧhurtЧif you went out tonight,Ф she was saying in a muffled voice. УI know it will not matter, in the end, butЧremember you promised, Oliver.Ф
She was gone again, and the door had closed behind her, before he could voice the futile questions in his mind.