Then he swung around to Langley. “I’ll have this warren searched, of course,” he said. “But I don’t imagine the kidnappers are still in it. The robots aren’t set to notice who goes out in what condition, so that’s no help. Nor do I expect to find the employee of this place who helped fix matters up for the snatch. But I’ve got the organization alerted. There’ll be a major investigation hereabouts inside half an hour. And Brannoch’s quarters are being watched already.” “Brannoch?” repeated Langley stupidly. His brain felt remote, like a stranger’s. He couldn’t throw off the airborne drugs as fast as the agent. “To be sure! Who else? Never thought he had this efficient a gang on Earth. They won’t take your friends directly to him, of course. There’ll be a hideout somewhere in the lower levels. Not too much chance of finding it among fifteen million commoners, but well try. We’ll try!” A policeman hurried up with a small, metal-cased object which Chanthavar took.
