"I would."
"Have you any reservations yet unstated in your answers?"
"No."
It went on for an hour. The questions were re-phrased continuously; after each of Wyman's firm answers, the sweatered technician gave a satisfied little nod. At last it ended and he was unstrapped from the device.
Max was tired.
The sub commander seemed a little awed as he got a small book and read from it: "Do you, Max Wyman, solemnly renounce all allegiances previously held by you and pledge your allegiance to the North American Government?"
"I do," the young man said fiercely.
In a remote corner of his mind, for the first time in months, the bell ceased to ring, the pendulum to beat and the light to flash.
Charles Orsino knew again who he was and what was his mission.