All dug by machinery in some past summer. Lin paused onlylong enough to tell the Iryalans that Khito had said it was all right, then hestarted down the hellish companionway, Varlik and Konni trailinghesitantly behind. The crewmen were already disengaging themselves from their stowaway. The waitress, as if knowing the deficiencies of their twilight vision,turned on an electric ceiling lamp that added moderately to the light.
A sturdy,pleasant-looking woman was seated at a desk. His Chief IntelligenceOfficer had assured him the prisoners had told the truth; his instruments insisted they had. He has information that could prove considerablyimportant to Iryala and the Confederation, and he can present it betterthan I. We've lost thirty-four in 1st and 2nd Platoons, with me cool-headed.
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