"I doubt it very much."
"What would I be expected to do?" Buckmaster asked.
"Simply this. Go back among your former comrades and act normal. But let me know what they're planning. In time we'd get them anyway, but with your help, the job will be easier—cleaner, let us say."
"In other words, you want me to act as the Judas ram?"
"Call it what you like," Wagner's eyes narrowed. "Just remember that you've nothing to lose."
"And after?"
"You can name your own price. Within reason, of course."
"And if I refuse?"
Wagner laughed. It wasn't necessary for him to answer. Buckmaster had seen the results of Wagner's sadism in the past. Whatever else might be mystifying to him he knew one thing: The instinct of self-preservation was still as strong as ever. He did not want to take the chance that the extraneous will he felt within him would be strong enough to combat what Wagner would try to do to him.