Funny the way Ferdinand pretended his suite had been kept for him for all these twenty years.
Funny, too, how Ferdinand had turned around and spoken, as if twenty years were nothing.
Organized, said Sutton. Clicking like a relay system. Set and waiting for me.
But why should anyone be waiting? No one knew when he'd be coming back. Or if he would come at all.
And even if someone did know, why go to all the trouble?
For they could not know, he thought…they could not know the thing I have, they could not even guess. Even if they did know I was coming back, incredible as it might be that they should know, even that would be more credible by a million times than that they should know the real reason for my coming.
And knowing, he said, they would not believe.
His eyes found the attaché case lying on the chair, and stared at it.
And knowing, he said again, they would not believe.
When they look the ship over, of course, they will do some wondering. Then there might be some excuse for the thing that happened. But they didn't have time to look at the ship. They didn't wait a minute. They were laying for me and they gave me the works from the second that I landed.