Ahlma revived and told us the rest of it. She had been awakened to find Togaro--in a size nearly as large as herself--forcing a pellet of the drug upon Dianne. The girls struggled and fought. Their screams, barred by the closed door and the humming, throbbing ship, had not been heard. Togaro had taken the diminishing drug, and forced some of it upon Dianne. He had struck at Ahlma. Her senses faded. Her last memory was the sight of Togaro standing in the middle of the floor with Dianne gripped in his arms. Both he and Dianne were dwindling. We searched the room again. But we could find nothing. Were Togaro and Dianne still here? If he was still here, we could keep him here in smallness. If he had got small in the center of the room it might be hours, or days of marching to reach the doorway and through it to the passage, even if he could find his way. Drake cried, "By heaven, we won't land! I'll keep this ship in space until we find him! Starve him out--there'll be no food probably, here in smallness on the floor of this room." But starve Dianne also! I was shuddering. Dianne here--down here by my feet perhaps--here with Togaro, hiding or wandering in some desolate abyss of smallness. Or perhaps we had already trodden upon them! We stood with sudden terror, hardly daring to move. But were they here? I said, "Let's try getting small, Drake. We've got to try something. Get small here--in the center of the room where Ahlma says she saw them. Search for them. Drake, we've got to get her away from him!" I was talking wildly and I knew it. Drake gripped me. "Wait, let's try and figure it out. Easy, Frank--don't let's lose our wits." It seemed as though every moment was vital. I stood listening to Drake's theory. Theory, at such a time! A surge of self-condemnation was upon me. If only I had had the sense to stay close by Dianne! Drake was trying to estimate what Togaro had done. This door had been barred on the inside. But there was a crack under the bottom of the door an eighth of an inch high, at least. Drake closed the door for a moment and showed me it. "Frank, they could be anywhere. Not here in the room--he wouldn't stay here in the room--he had fifteen minutes maybe." With sinking heart I realized how easily he could have escaped out of here. He and Dianne, diminishing say to an inch. Then walking to the locked door. Dwindling again--walking, carrying Dianne--through the crack under the door. He had had fifteen minutes--and another fifteen had now passed. He could indeed be almost anywhere in the ship. There was a sound near by--a scream! Not that exactly. A shout. It sounded above the throbbing, humming of the ship. We stood frozen, listening. "Drake, you heard it? Where was it?" He murmured, "What was it? A voice--"