CHAPTER 6ON THEIR reentry into the square, Feliz Gebrod found the black-dressed contingent in an uproar over his disappearance. Taking a polite leave of El Hoska, and giving some excuse, he allowed himself to be marched at gunpoint to that office where he had first made the acquaintance of Kai Manoai, the Controller.
“Saboteur! Traitor!” shrieked that individual, bouncing to his feet as Feliz entered. “I will deal with you personally! Out!” The last word was roared at the guards who had brought him in. They scuttled backward and escaped through the door. Feliz braced himself for violent eventualities; but no sooner had the door slammed, than the Controller sagged limply, mopped his brow with an elaborately embroidered black handkerchief and hastily produced a bottle and two glasses.
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