Marandal nodded. She sighed heavily. Guelvada wondered just how far Marandal was "in" with Roccas and his associates— whoever they might be. Probably pretty far in, he thought. She was not one for half-measures, and it would be like her to involve herself in any sort of business that promised a certain amount of sensation and possibly drama— provided the drama did not touch her too closely.
She said: "Possibly I have been a little foolish. But tell me about Roccas. Are you not in great danger, having killed him? How do you propose to explain his death? How did you kill him?"
"I threw a knife at him," said Guelvada cheerfully. "You remember the other one that I did like that...?"
She nodded. "That little knife," she murmured. "You are good with that. But tell me...?"
"I killed Roccas in
