able to live a pleasant life with us.â
âThere is one further question that seems to me too important to wait. Who are you?â Boone asked.
âWe are refugees,â said David. âRefugees cowering in the depths of time.â
âNot so,â Horace shouted. âYou keep babbling about us as refugees. We are revolutionaries, I tell you. Some day weâll be going back.â
Enid said to Boone, âPay no attention to these two. They are always at one anotherâs throats. What you meant, Iâm sure, is where we came from. We are people who once lived a million years from now. We are from your very distant future.â
Nora spoke from the door that led into the dining room. âLunch is on.â
Lunch was civilized and pleasant with no bickering. David talked of the few days he had spent in twentieth-century New York and asked Boone and Corcoran about the city. Timothy talked about some of the reading he had been doing. Enid said little. Emma was sweetly silent. Horace sat hunched over, occupied with his own thoughts. Finally he was moved to speech. âI wonder what has happened to Gahan. He should be here by now.â
âGahan is from Athens,â said Emma. âHe is bringing Timothy a new book.â
âWe always say Athens,â Timothy explained. âBut theyâre really not in Athens, although quite close to it.â
âWe also have a small group in the Pleistocene,â said David. âSouthern France. The early days of the last glaciation.â
âNeanderthals,â said Boone.
âYes, a few of them. Early Neanderthal.â
âWhat I canât understand,â said Horace, still tied up in worry, âis why Martin should have left so hurriedly. And Stella, too. Apparently he had a small traveler hidden in a warehouse and he used that to get away, alerting Stella so that she could join him. He should have used his residence traveler to get away. But he didnât. He panicked. The damn fool panicked. He got scared and ran.â
âHe was afraid of being trapped at the hotel,â said Enid. âThat seems quite clear to me. Perhaps he did not place complete trust in Mr. Corcoran.â
âThere was no reason that he should have,â said David. âAccording to Mr. Corcoranâs own admission, he had men watching Martin and Stella. They were watched at every move.â
âHe bought my trust and paid very well for it,â said Corcoran. âIâll work for anyone wholeheartedly if he pays me for it. Never, in all my life, have I ever double-crossed a client.â
âBut you didnât trust your client in this case,â said David.
âI canât say I did. He gave me no reason to. I watched him not to do him harm, but to be certain he did no harm to me. He was a curiously secretive man. He was a slippery character.â
âHe must have known the hotel was to be razed,â said Horace. âSurely the tenants would have been notified. To have left the resident traveler, knowing that, facing the possibility that its presence might have been revealed, is inexcusable.â
âMaybe he didnât know about the hotel,â said Corcoran. âThe tenants were not notified until the last possible legal moment. And even then, there was no public announcement. It was one of those quiet deals. It was long after Martin left that I heard of it. And there is little rumor that I miss.â
âThen,â said David, âperhaps he left on some quick errand, thinking heâd soon be back. That may be why he left the residence traveler.â
Horace rumbled at Boone, âWhat you have not fully explained is how the two of you were able to get into the traveler. Not how you detected it; that I can understand. But how you got into it.â
âI told you what I could,â said Boone. âI stepped around a corner. I canât tell you more. I donât understand