Germyn shrugged. "A man named Harmane. No one saw it. But they heard the thunderclap, or something like a thunderclap, and he was missing." He thought for a moment. "It is a little unusual, I suppose. Two in a week--" Haendl said roughly: "Listen, Germyn. It isn't just two. In the past thirty days, within the area around here and in _one other place_, there have been at least fifty. In _two_ places, do you understand? Here and in Princeton. The rest of the world--nothing much; a few Translations here and there. But just in these two communities, fifty. Does that make sense?" Citizen Germyn thought. "--No." "No. And I'll tell you something else. Three of the--well, victims have been children under the age of five. One was too young to walk. And the most recent Translation wasn't a person at all. It was a helicopter. Now figure that out, Germyn. What's the explanation for Translations?" Germyn was gaping. "Why--you Meditate, you know. On Connectivity. The idea is that once you've grasped the Essential Connectivity of All Things, you become One with the Cosmic Whole. But I don't see how a baby or a machine--" "No, of course you don't. Remember Glenn Tropile?" "Naturally." "He's the link," Haendl said grimly. "When he got Translated, we thought it was a big help, because he had the consideration to do it right under our eyes. We got enough readings to give us a clue as to what, physically speaking, Translation is all about. That was the first real clue and we thought he'd done us a favor. Now I'm not so sure." He leaned forward. "Every person I know of who was Translated was someone Tropile knew. The three kids were in his class at the nursery school--we put him there for a while to keep him busy, when he first came to us. Two of the men he bunked with are gone; the mess boy who served him is gone; his wife is gone. Meditation? No, Germyn. I know most of those people. Not a damned one of them would have spent a moment Meditating on Connectivity to save his life. And what do you make of that?" * * * * * Swallowing hard, Germyn said: "I just remembered. That man Harmane--" "What about him?" "The one who was Translated last week. He also knew Tropile. He was the Keeper of the House of the Five Regulations when Tropile was there." "You see? And I'll bet the woman knew Tropile, too." Haendl got up fretfully, pacing around. "Here's the thing, Germyn. I'm licked. You know what I am, don't you?" Germyn said levelly: "I believe you to be Wolf."