"Bewildered him. Gave him a hell of a headache."
"That all?"
"That's all."
"What now?"
Colin sighed. "Get through to him some way." He tamped tobacco in his pipe, his eyes still on the spyscreen. Harkins was now sitting on the bed, his hands immobile on his knees, staring straight ahead.
"How do you intend to do that?"
Colin reached for a pad of paper and began scribbling, talking as he wrote. "How are you feeding him?"
"Double door compartment. Put the food in, close the outside door, open the inside."
"Put this on his tray next time, will you?" Colin handed the general a slip of paper. On it was written a single sentence: Richard Harkins, I want to talk to you.
"All right," Banning said, reading it. "He's due for lunch in about an hour."