They warped Time itself to keep their secrets...
DRUMBEAT OF DEATH
LUIZ WAS staring at Raft in surprise.
"S'nhor?" Luiz said.
"What?" Raft answered.
"Did you speak?"
"No." Raft let the lens fall back on da Fonseca's bare chest.
Merriday was at his side. "The other man won't let me look at him," he said worriedly. "He's stubborn."
"I'll talk to him," Raft said. He went out, trying not to think about that lens, that lovely, impossible face. Subjective, of course, not objective. Hallucination--or self-hypnosis, with the light reflecting in the mirror as a focal point. But he didn't believe that really.
The bearded man was in Raft's office, examining a row of bottles on a shelf--fetal specimens. He turned and bowed, a faint mockery in his eyes. Raft was impressed; this was no ordinary backwoods wanderer. There was a courtliness about him, and a smooth-knit, muscular grace that gave the impression of fine breeding in bo