"No?" pessimistically. "Cleonie knows that _I_ am looking for it, and since it knows by now that I am with you, it would think that both of us were hunting it even if we weren't. But we are nearly close enough now; I must concentrate. Fly around quite low over the city, please." "QX. I'll tune in with you, too. 'Two heads,' you know." Clarrissa learned Cleonie's pattern, tuned to it, and combed the city while Helen was getting ready. "She isn't here, unless she's behind one of those thought-screens," the Red Lensman remarked. "Can you tell?" "Thought-screens! The Boskonians had a few of them, but none of us ever did. How can you find them? Where are they?" "One there--two over there. They stick out like big black spots on a white screen. Can't you see them? I supposed that your scanners were the same as mine, but apparently they aren't. Take a quick peek at them with the spy--you work it like so. If they've got spy-ray blocks up, too, we'll have to go down there and blast." "Politicians only," Helen reported, after a moment's manipulation of the suddenly familiar instrument. "They need killing, of course, on general principles, but perhaps we shouldn't take time for that now. The next place to look is a few degrees east of north of here." * * * * * Cleonie was not, however, in that city. Nor in the next, nor the next. But the speedster's detector screens remained blank and the two allies, so much alike physically, so different mentally, continued their hunt. There was opposition, of course--all that the planet afforded--but Clarrissa's second-stage mind took care of the few items of offense which her speedster's defenses could not handle. Finally two things happened almost at once. Clarrissa found Cleonie, and Helen saw a dim and fuzzy white spot upon the lower left-hand corner of the detector plate. "Can't be ours," the Red Lensman decided instantly. "Almost exactly the wrong direction. Boskonians. Ten minutes--twelve at most--before we have to flit. Time enough--I hope--if we work fast."