I do not know." Again there was silence.

A chaplain looked in through the glazed door, a homely, blue-eyed German, and was waved away once more.
"Eminence," said the old man abruptly, "there is surely more to speak of.

Plans to be made." Percy shook his head.
"There are no plans to be made," he said.

"We know nothing but the fact--no names--nothing.

We--we are like children in a tiger's cage.