"No, not over the phone. There might be a tap. Listen, my life is in danger. You've got to come over to my place right away. You know where it is. I want to tell you something I found out--it's hot." And he hung up without another word. I headed for his place. * * * * * Fifteen minutes later, I was going up the lift tube of a middle-class apartment house, heading toward the ninth floor. I had a sneaking hunch that I already knew what Jedon Onomondo would have to say, but I wanted to be positive. I rapped on the door of his apartment. The door opened a crack; an eye peered out. "Come in, Mr. Cameron," Jedon Onomondo said, swinging the door wide. I didn't step in immediately; I took a quick look around the room, keeping my hand on my blaster butt. There was no one else in sight except the Damakoi. I went on in and prowled around the room to satisfy myself that there was no one else present. Then I searched the rest of the apartment. The place was empty. Jedon Onomondo was sitting in the middle of his living room, nervously smoking a Terran cigarette. The Damakoi are one of the few extraterrestrials who have taken up the use of tobacco. They looked ludicrous. I didn't sit down. "All right; what's so all-fired important that it can't be told over the phone?" The Damakoi blew out a long plume of smoke. "I understand you're looking for one of my countrymen who intends to set off a bomb inside the Grand Capitol Building," he said. "How do you know?" He looked pained. "Look, Mr. Cameron, just how dumb do you think I am? I have bits of inside information. I pick things up here and there. I put them together." "All right," I said. "What about it?" "You're looking all over the city for a guy by the name of Zorvash Pedrik. He's supposed to have a bomb on him--a theta bomb. Right?" I nodded. "So?" "Well, you're wrong on two counts." "Wrong? How are we wrong?" I watched him carefully. "Well, you're wrong in the first place in scouring the town for Zorvash Pedrik because you've got him locked up right now. He's masquerading under the name of Holdreth Khain!" I felt my nerves tighten again. They couldn't stand much more of this. "That's ridiculous," I said. "Holdreth Khain isn't carrying any theta bomb. We've checked him very carefully." "I know," said Jedon Onomondo. "That's where you're wrong in the second place. _Zorvash Pedrik isn't and never has been carrying a bomb._" I was careful with my expression. "You mean he's going to use some other method to blow up the Grand Capitol? Or is there some other trick he's going to try?" The Damakoi shook his head. "That isn't it. What I mean is that Zorvash Pedrik is a lunatic--he's absolutely insane!" * * * * * "Tell me more."