Glawen asked: "Where are you going?"
"It is no concern of yours."
"Answer the question, if you please," said Plock.
"I have some private affairs to which-! wish to attend."
Plock spoke to one of his subordinates: "Go with her and make sure that she destroys no records."
"I will wait," said Zaa.
The Monomantics filed downstairs and out the door, to stand blinking in the morning Zonklight.
Plock asked Zaa: "Is this all?"
Zaa looked at Mutis: "Is everyone down?"
"Everyone."
Plock spoke to the group.
"Crimes have been committed on these premises. Their full description is not yet clear, but they are certainly serious. Each one of you shares the guilt. It is irrelevant that you took no active pan in the crimes, or that it was none of your concern, or that you were preoccupied with your studies. All are accomplices, in greater or lesser degree, and all must pay the penalty."
Glawen had been looking from face to face with growing perplexity. He said: "It seems to me that one person, at least, is not here. Where is Lilo?"
No one replied. Glawen addressed his question to Zaa directly:
"Where is Lilo?"
Zaa showed a small cold smile.
"She is not here."
"I can see that. Where is she?"
"We do not discuss our internal arrangements with strangers."
"I don't want discussion: just an answer to my question.
Where is Lilo?"
Zaa gave an indifferent shrug and looked off across the steppe. Glawen turned to Mutis.
"Where is Lilo?"
"I am not authorized to give out information."
One of the Monomantics, a young man standing a little apart, turned sharply away, as if in disgust. Glawen asked him:
"Tell me: where is Lilo?"
Zaa swung sharply about.
"Danten, you will give no information."
Danton replied in flat intonations: "With all respect, these are police officers of high rank. I must answer their questions."
"Quite right," said Glawen.
"Answer my question, if you will."
Danton darted a side glance toward Zaa, then spoke: "About midnight they noticed that you were gone. In our rooms we all heard the cries of rage, and wondered what had occurred."
"This was about midnight, you say?"
"Something after midnight. I do not know the exact hour."
Somewhat past midnight, sitting in the dark at Flicken, Glawen had felt his mind picked up and tumbled in a wash of rage and hatred:
perhaps as telepathic projection from the seminary, though coincidence could not be ruled out.
"Then what happened?"
Zaa spoke again: "Danton, you need say no more."
Danton, however, spoke on in a dreary monotone.
"There was a great uproar. Lilo was blamed. They chided her for bringing you extra sheets, and would not listen to her denials. Mutis and Funo put her in the owl's cage. Last night the winds blew harsh and bitter. This
