George Barron felt like a man watching himself in a nightmare. The three men entered the house of Tenarg without knocking, his companions so close behind they were virtually pushing him forward. He understood their intention. They would not depend on him to shoot Tenarg. They would do it themselves, using him as a shield and a distraction against the Director. When it was done, it was equally obvious what his own fate would be. His hand gripped the weapon in his pocket. At that moment Tenarg appeared from behind the desk in his office. George Barron was forced through the doorway at the head of the trio.
“I heard no knock,” Tenarg said stiffly. “What is the meaning of this intrusion?”
Barmese nudged George Barron. “Quickly!” he whispered.
“I have come to complain,” said Mr. Barron slowl
