He straightened up and walked softly back to his bench. Taranto remained at the window. It was a perfectly natural place for him to be, he decided. A few moments later, the trap door creaked up, letting yellow light burst into the cell. It came from a clumsy electric lantern in the grip of the first Syssokan who climbed into the chamber. Two others followed, suggestively fingering pistols that would have been considered crude on Terra two centuries earlier. The individual with the light was typical of his race, a tall, cadaverous humanoid with pale, greenish-gray skin made up of tiny scales. His nose was flatter than that of a Terran ape, and his chin consisted mostly of a hanging fold of scaly skin. His ears were set very low on a narrow, pointed skull. Occasionally, they made small motions as if to fold in upon themselves. The Syssokans were clad in garments not unlike loose, sleeveless pajamas, over which they wore leather harness for their weapons. The leader's suit was red, but the other two wore a dull brown. "Iss all ssatissfactory?" asked the one in charge, staring about the cell with large, black eyes. "All right," said Taranto stonily. He thought that a Syssokan would never have answered that way. They were vain of their extraordinary linguistic ability, and commonly spoke three or four alien tongues. Only an unfortunate inability to control excessive sibilance marred their Terran. Taranto felt like wiping his face, but realized that it was only sweat. The Syssokan prowled around the room, examining each of the simple furnishings with a flickering glance. He took note of the food left in the copper pot. He checked the level of water in the big jar. He found the dead insect, which he sniffed and slipped into a pouch at his belt. When he passed Taranto, the latter eyed him in measuring fashion. The Syssokan halted out of reach. "You have been warned to obey all orderss here," he said, staring between the two Terrans. "What's the trouble now?" demanded Meyers when it became apparent that the poker-faced Taranto intended to say nothing. "There wass a quesstion by the Terran we allow on the world. How can he know of your complaints? He was told only or your ssentence." "We told you there would be protests from our government," said Meyers. "All we did was land on your planet in an emergency: We're only too willing to leave. You have no right to keep us locked up in these conditions." "It iss a violation of our law," said the Syssokan imperturbably. "You go automatically to jail. We permit only one of every sky people to live here. Who could tell yours that you complain of thiss place?" "Listen, you better be careful of us Terrans!" blustered Meyers. "We have ways--" "Shut up!" said Taranto without raising his voice. He had inched forward, but stopped now as the two guards at the trap door gave him their attention.