Hint From the Dead
Hint From the DeaConsiderably to his surprise Brad felt his lips twist into a wry grin. “Well,” he shrugged, “you can’t blame me for trying.”
“No,” Fran Kozmer agreed. “I can’t blame you for trying. On the other hand you are sentimentalist enough to try again even knowing the attempt must mean your death. I cannot afford that, nor have I any means here of keeping you prisoner and so, much as I regret it, I shall have to liquidate—” A gnarled hand flashed from behind to flatten over his mouth orifice and Starl Kozmer’s other arm clamped around his torso box.
“Get out,” the old man panted. “I’ll try and hold—” But Brad already was darting across the cave. “Try your flare-quencher,” he heard. “It may—” and as his hand closed on the doorknob Starl Kozmer’s shout broke int
