"Yes, it is." She brushed back her face with her hands.
"All right." She got up slowly, did not collapse.
"Snipes."
"Yes, sir."
"Do it."
"Yes, sir." The guard took her by the arm and led her past the other, who held open the bedroom door.
"What's the matter, Morgan? Surely you knew I would want her?" Morgan said nothing. His eyes were cold and hard.
After several minutes, the Secretary got up and made his way to the bedroom. The guard, returning out of it with a nod, passed by him and shut the door. He resumed his seat beside the other and the two looked straight ahead. Several moments later the door opened again, from the inside, and Hunter's head appeared.
"Oh by the way," he said. "Don't let him into the study. You won't go anywhere will you, Morgan?" The doors closed for the last time. Morgan gripped the arms of the chair, burning up inside.
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