"Good. Prepare for me the usual visa that a woman clerk needs for passage to the offices of the Occupational Commandant."
The inquisitor filled in blanks in a stiff sheet of paper and stamped a seal at its bottom.
"You will add in the portion reserved for 'comments', the following: 'Capable clerk. Others will follow as they are found available.'"
The man's pen scratched away obediently.
Evelyn Kane smiled gently at the impotent, inwardly raging inquisitor. She took the paper, folded it, and placed it in a pocket in her blouse. "Call the guards," she ordered.
He pressed the button on his desk, and the guards re-entered.
"This person is no longer a prisoner," said the inquisitor woodenly. "She is to take the next transport to the Occupational Commandant of Zone One."
When the transport had left, neither inquisitor nor guards had any memory of the woman. However, in the due course of events, the recording was gathered up with many others like it, boxed carefully, and sent to the Office of the Occupational Commandant, Zone One, for auditing.
Evelyn was extremely careful with her mental probe as she descended from the transport. The Occupational Commandant would undoubtedly be high-born and telepathic. He must not have occasion to suspect a similar ability in a mere clerk.