Again I felt that sense of deep bewilderment--of helpless search for clue to all the tangle.
For two hours we were questioned and then the priestess called Rador and let us go.
Larry was sombre as we returned.

He walked about the room uneasily.
"Hell's brewing here all right," he said at last, stopping before me.
"I can't make out just the particular brand--that's all that bothers me.

We're going to have a stiff fight, that's sure.

What I want to do quick is to find the Golden Girl, Doc.

Haven't seen her on the wall lately, have you ?" he queried, hopefully fantastic.
"Laugh if you want to," he went on.