"It was awful, Sean." Then she was in his arms sobbing. Sean let the sobbing run its course, though his mind was champing to ask her what happened. The hysteria was gone from her voice finally when she said: "I killed her, Sean, with the touch of my hand." She held up the tiny hand with the long tapering fingers and flexed it. "Marcia." Sean forced himself to speak slowly. "How did you kill her? What spot did you touch?" He was breathless. He'd been right after all, there was a vulnerable spot on the Krak's invulnerable body. Was it the same spot he'd thought from his battle with Klash? Marcia spoke quickly: "I don't know, Sean. She woke me, gave me that wig, told me to fix her head like mine. I did it, only I drew two strands of the hair down under her chin and tied it in a bow. "It didn't look quite right, so I put my hands on her shoulders and drew the bow wider. But it looked so funny under her chin, I laughed and pushed against her to keep from falling." "Where did you touch her?" "I don't remember, Sean, I don't remember. Anyway, right then her whole face twisted into awful knots and her throat worked as if she couldn't get enough air to breath. Her face turned white and then blue and back to pink again. "Her face, o-o-oh, it was terrible looking and frightened me so much," Marcia pushed closer to Sean, her tiny arms twisted tightly about him. Sean was unaware of Marcia's warm body pressing against him. For he was remembering. It was only a tickle at first, then it grew and bubbled and the laughter pushed Sean's mouth open. The chink! His mind was shrieking. I've found it! He laughed until the tears ran down his cheeks. It was the first time in many weeks that Sean McKenna had laughed like that--full-throated and joyous. Abruptly, he sobered. "Marcia," he said. "Help me dump Shel Lur into a laundry hamper. We'll have to get her out of here. Get her to where other Earth people, Mike and the rest of them, may see her--a dead Krak. An unkillable, unburnable Krak, dead violently. Then they will listen to me." Marcia raised puzzled eyes to him. "But what part of her did I touch to kill her?" "No time for explanations. Only this much. It's you the Earth should thank for finding the chink in the Krak's armor. The answer was there, but me, I was the guy who couldn't see the trees for the forest." As he talked, Sean was dragging the tall plastic clothes hamper to the side of the dead Shel Lur. It strained every muscle of Sean's lean tough body to transfer Shel Lur's bulk from the high-backed bench to the hamper. Marcia brought some soiled clothes that they arranged around Shel Lur's body, doubled up in the hamper. The thick plastic rollers squeaked under the weight as he worked it to the hallway outside Shel Lur's apartments, Marcia trailing behind him. The two Krak guards flicked their eyes at them, but remained impassive. It was nothing unusual to see an Earthling delivering clothes to the laundry.