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The blue Candle had assumed Craig’s shape. It had tried to lure him to the warp. Apparently the Candles were able to alter their electronic structures so they could exist within the warp. They lured Knut into the warp by posing as human beings, arousing his curiosity, and when he stepped into its influence it opened the way for their attack. They couldn’t get a man inside a suit, because a suit was a photocell, and Candles were energy. In a game of that sort, the cell won every time. It was clever of them, Craig thought. A Trojan horse method of attack. First they got Knut, and next they tried to get him. With two of them in the Center it would not have been so hard to have gotten Creepy. He slapped the wheel a vicious stroke, venting his anger. He skidded the jumper around a ravine head, slashed across the desert. First thing that had to be done was to find the one that was masquerading as Knut. First he had to find him and then figure out what to do with him. But finding the Knut Candle was easier said than done. Craig and Creepy, clad in space suits, stood in the kitchen at the center. “By cracky,” said Creepy, “he must be here somewhere. He must have found him an extra-special hideout that we have overlooked.” Craig shook his head. “We haven't overlooked him, Creepy. We've searched this place from stem to stem. There isn’t a crack where he could hide.” “Maybe,” suggested Creepy, “he figured the jig was up and took it on the lam. Maybe he scrammed out the lock when | was up there guarding that control room.” “Maybe,” agreed Craig. “| had been thinking of that. He Smashed the radio—that much we know. He was afraid that we might call for help, and that means he may have had a plan. Even now he may be carrying out that plan.” CORniclooo SS CO