McKay wet his lips. Breault saw him, and the grin on his thin face widened.
"I know, it's hard," he said. "But you've got Peter to thank for it. Peter led me to you."
He stood up, and in a most casual fashion covered Jolly Roger with his automatic.
"Would you mind stepping out, McKay?" he asked.
In his other hand he dangled a pair of handcuffs. McKay stood up, and Nada rose beside him, gripping his arms with both hands.
"No need of those things, Breault," he said. "I'll go peaceably."
"Still--it's safer," argued Breault, a wicked glitter in his eyes. "Hold out one hand, please--"
The manacle snapped over Jolly Roger's wrist.
"I'm Breault--not Terence Cassidy," he chuckled. "Never take a chance, you know. Never!"
Swift as a flash was his movement then, as the companion bracelet sna
