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Updated: June 2, 2025
It was curiously still in the lobby, and, as he determined, curiously Eastern. He was conscious of a sense of exhilaration. That Zani Chada controlled powerful influences, he knew well. But, reviewing the precautions which he had taken, Kerry determined that the trump card was in his possession. The Chinese servant descended the stairs again and intimated that the visitor should follow him.
The door was opened by a Chinaman wearing national dress, revealing a small, square lobby, warmly lighted and furnished Orientally. Kerry stepped in briskly. "I want to see Mr. Zani Chada. Tell him I am here. Chief Inspector Kerry is my name."
She could see nothing that went on where Mal cuddled one puppy, girl-fashion, while Hod played in quite another fashion with the other. The window was behind Zani. Soames had not been too attentive. He realized it. "What's that, Captain?" "Your status is clarified," said Captain Moggs, authoritatively. "You have been appointed a civilian consultant. You had no official status before.
And at Gissell Bay the staff became rather fond of four young people whose names were Zani, Fran, Hod and Mal, because they had been very well brought up by their parents and were thoroughly nice children. They were tense, and they were desperately anxious and uneasy. But they displayed a resolute courage that made moderately decent people like them very much.
Gail went to look at the drawing, at which Zani labored with a young girl's complacent absorption in something she knows will be approved by a grown-up when it's done. With a gesture, Gail invited Soames to look. He did. Zani had drawn the sky-line of a city, but it was an odd one. There were tall buildings, but their walls were draping, catenary curves.
If it should be realized that they're not here by accident, but somehow to open a way for invasion by the population of a whole planet, well, you can just imagine ..." Zani giggled suddenly, and he jumped. But her eyes were on the paper before her. Soames glanced out the window.
Zani Chada, student of men, knew that in despite of his own physical strength and of the hidden resources at his beck, he stood nearer to primitive retribution than he had ever done. Yet: "I understand," he continued. "But you do not understand. Your boy is not in this house. Oh! violence cannot avail! It can only make his loss irreparable."
Actually, I believe language experts are trying to find out something about their language, but they feel like it's enmity. They're jumpy." "And with reason," said Soames. He stirred. "I'm disappointed. I'll go talk to the people who're hunting Fran. Walk back with me to the store, Gail?" Gail rose. Zani stared at Soames. She was pale. He nodded to her again.
Gail kept a quasi-maternal eye on the children until they dozed off. But she watched Soames' expression, too. She and Soames and Captain Moggs rode in the passenger section of the transport a few seats behind the children. "I wish I could understand," said Gail, in a low tone to Soames. "The other children know everything I've taught Zani, and there's been no way for them to know!
Zani Chada stirred not a muscle, but: "To-night," he said, "your mad passion has brought ruin to both of us. For the sake of a golden doll who is not worth the price of the jewels she wears, you have placed yourself within reach of the hangman." "I was mad, I was mad," groaned the other. "But I, who was sane, am involved in the consequences," retorted his father.
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