safe with this cool murderess. "Do you not understand the master tongue? Why did you kill the corporal?" He leaned impatiently over his desk. The woman stared frankly back at him with her clear blue eyes. The guards on either side of her dug their nails into her arms, as was their custom with recalcitrant prisoners, but she took no notice. She had analyzed the minds of the three men. She could handle the inquisitor alone or the two guards alone, but not all three. "If you aren't afraid of me, perhaps you'd be so kind as to send the guards out for a few minutes," she said, placing a hand on her hip. "I have interesting information." So that was it. Buy her freedom by betraying fugitive Terrans. Well, he could take the information and then kill her. He nodded curtly to the guards, and they walked out of the hut, exchanging sly winks with one another. Evelyn Kane crossed her arms across her chest and felt her broken rib gingerly. The inquisitor stared up at her in sadistic admiration. He would certainly be on hand for the execution. His anticipation was cut short with a horrible realization. Under the paralyzing force of a mind greater than his own, he reached beneath the desk and switched off the recorder. "Who is the Occupational Commandant for this Sector," she asked tersely. This must be done swiftly before the guards returned. "Perat, Viscount of Tharn," replied the man mechanically. "What is the extent of his jurisdiction?" "From the center of the Terran globe, outward four hundred miles radius." "Good. Prepare for me the usual visa that a woman clerk needs for passage to the offices of the Occupational Commandant." The inquisitor filled in blanks in a stiff sheet of paper and stamped a seal at its bottom. "You will add in the portion reserved for 'comments', the following: 'Capable clerk. Others will follow as they are found available.'" The man's pen scratched away obediently. Evelyn Kane smiled gently at the impotent, inwardly raging inquisitor. She took the paper, folded it, and placed it in