Toralen Ki turned from the communicator. “Hotang,” he called. “They have the answer!”
“Good. Then our time has not been wasted! For now we have the other one back.”
“The technicians on Tlembo have just given me full and complete instructions on how to lower the sensitivity of the detector to a proper level.”
“Not shielding?” asked Hotang Lu skeptically.
Toralen Ki laughed. “What manner of shielding would stop the suppressor wave? Nothing, I know. Absolutely nothing can deflect or stop it.”
Toralen opened the detector case and started to fumble inside. He was not deft, and the tools from the equipment case did not fit his hand. But in an hour he had made the changes suggested by the technicians on Tlembo—but aided finally by one of Thompson’s crew of technicians who went to work on the
