burning spots in each cheek. "I'm not pleading for myself now—for you. Search him before he leaves this room!"
Jaimihr put strong hands on her arms to force her away from the door. His black eyes were laughing down into hers.
"Let me ask him a question first, General Crandall—before he leaves this room."
The governor's face reflected momentary surprise at this change of tack. "Quickly then," he gruffly conceded. Jaimihr Khan stepped back a pace, his eyes meeting the girl's coldly.
"How did you come into the room—when you found me here?" she challenged. The Indian pointed to the double doors over her shoulder. She reached behind her, grasped the knob, and shook it. "Locked!" she announced.
"Why not?" Jaimihr asked. "I locked them after me."
"And the general's door was locked?"
"Yes—yes!" Crandall broke in impatiently. "What's this got to do with"
"Did you lock the general's door?" she questioned the Indian.
