You are asked to say which, that is all." "I will obey," said Rosemary McClean quietly.

She said it through straight lips and in a level voice that carried more assurance than a string of loud-voiced oaths.
"And you, sir ?" "Since my daughter sees fit to--ah--capitulate, I have no option." "Be good enough to be explicit." "I agree to obey your orders." "Thank you." He seemed to have finished with McClean.

He turned away from him and faced Rosemary, not troubling to examine her face closely as he had done her father's, but seeming none the less to give her full attention.

"I understood you to say that you promised to help Prince Jaimihr to escape from his cell tonight ?" "WHAT ?" Duncan McClean could not have acted such amazement.

Cunningham desired no further evidence that he had not been accessory to his daughter's visit to the prisoner.