"Yes, sir!" roared Walters.
"Yes, sir," corrected the secretary.
"Who told you to forge those orders for priority seats on the Venus Lark?"
"My superior," said the man.
"How did you know Major Connel was coming here to investigate the Nationalists?"
"I read the decoded message sent to the Solar Delegate, Mr. James."
"Who told you to send men to bomb the Polaris?"
"My superior," said the man.
"Your superior—your superior!" Walters' voice was edged with contempt. "What else has your superior told you to do?"
"A great many things," said the young man simply.