Dubra’s bravado angered Timms, who spoke fiercely.
“Shut up and listen to me,” said the secret service agent. “You’re a Rubanian resident who posed as a naturalized American. You entered this country unlawfully, you’re a secret agent of the Gerka, you attempted to commit murder this morning when you turned on the power of the hangar door and almost killed a half dozen men working on it, you attempted to escape from a military reservation and were shot when you failed to obey repeated commands to halt. A full report of this has been forwarded to the department of justice. You’ll be lucky if you don’t spend the rest of your life behind the bars at a military prison for remember, Dubra, that military, not civil, courts will deal with your offense and army courts are well known for the severity of their sentences on scoundrels such as you.”
The concise, bitter indictment by Timms broke Dubra’s spirit of bravado and the agent of the Gerka cringed as he thought of his black future.
“How much were you to be paid for wrecking the hangar?” asked Timms.
Dubra refused to answer.
“How much?” Timms repeated the question.
Still no answer.
“All right, boys,” said the secret service agent. “We’ll just turn off the light and leave Dubra alone in the dark tonight. He has plenty to think about. Oh, yes, I’ll tell the orderly down the hall Dubra’s to have no water to drink and any calls from this room are not to be answered.”
Timms reached for the light switch and Dubra suddenly changed his mind.
“I’ll talk, I’ll talk,” he cried, “only don’t leave me alone in the dark. Something might happen. What do you want to know?”