"I see," the gunman said. "And he gave you something?"

"No, no," said Kathy, shaking her head. "He didn't give me anything."

The swarthy gunman gave a sharp command in that guttural language. The gun next to Kathy's head disappeared inside a belt. him hands free, the lighter skinned gunman removed the jacket from Dr. Geleth and in the leaden way the body responded, Kathy knew the gentle passenger next to her was dead. The pill he had held near his glass when the three men hi business suits went forward, had obviously been poison.

With swift expert hands, the lighter gunman stripped and searched Dr. Geleth.

"Nothing," he said finally.

"No matter. It was his mind that we wanted. Mrs. Miller, are you sure Dr. Geleth said nothing of importance to you?"

Kathy shook her head.

"Let us try. What were the last words he said to you?"

"He said love was stronger than hate."

"That is a lie. He told you something," said the swarthy gunman, his lips quivering.

"We have failed," said the lighter-skinned man. "What could he tell her in a minute? Besides, even if he had given her him life's work, what was important was him. him body for ransom. He knew that dead, he was worth nothing to us in an exchange. We are defeated. We failed."

Froth formed at the corner of the swarthy man's' mouth.

"We have not failed. This American helped the Jew. If the Americans didn't help, we would have succeeded. She is responsible."

"Brother, leader. She is just a housewife."

"She knows something. She is part of the capitalistic zionistic plot that cheated us of victory,"

"Dr. Geleth cheated us, not her."

The swarthy face reddened and the dark eyes heated with anger.

"You sound like an Israeli agent One more defeatist word and I will shoot you. Take her and the child to the rear. I will question them."