"The worst has happened," he exclaimed. "The security police have caught Oliver."
"What can we do?" Buckmaster still could not regard Gamoll, or Oliver and his friends, as nonentities.
"I hate to say this," Gamoll said, "but you'll have to get out. I may be able to help Oliver escape, but I'll be powerless if they learn that I'm connected with the Underground."
"They probably wouldn't hesitate to kill you also," Buckmaster said.
"That wouldn't be too important, if my dying would accomplish anything," Gamoll said. "But the Underground's only hope seems to be my keeping clear."
Slowly, almost unobtrusively, a vision rose up before Buckmaster's eyes. Gamoll's features clouded, became vague, and were gone. In his place stood the General. In the General's hand was a bottle, and before him a wooden frame, holding a metal box with its lid open. Buckmaster realized that what he was seeing was happening in some other part of the building. He could see cement walls in the room in which the General stood. Probably the basement, he thought.
Within him the Force commanded! He must get to the General, and kill him. The world was on the brink of disaster. And time was running out.
Gradually the whole composite vision vanished and he saw the handsome features of Gamoll again. He knew what he had to do now.
"I'm leaving immediately," he said.