CHAPTER XIHerb had no real hope of eluding capture. After he fled from Norma, he pulled his hat low over his face and hurried down the street. At the first hotel, he entered and registered and was shown his room.
He fell on the bed; the room was fuzzy and dull. He wanted nothing more than to sleep. His mind was such a searing agony of doubt that he had to escape from it. He curled up warmly and nestled against the softness of the mattress and closed his eyes, trying to drive all thought from him, and he slept....
When he awoke, the room was heavy with darkness and silence, and he lay still, trying to feel the vibration of the ship’s motors. The memory of a formless dream clung to his mind, and he tried to clarify it for the dream form.
Awareness of his location came. He relaxed, wanted
