With an effort, Dane held his voice level. "Well? What does it say?"
"Say—? Oh, it—it tells the file we have to send to for your records."
But Nelva's voice shook. Her face had paled. Tight-lipped, Dane body-blocked her against the machine and snatched the card from her; turned it over.
The legend's top line was printed in red letters a good inch tall:
NO RECORD
And then, smaller, beneath it:
HOLD SUBJECT IN TOP SECURITY ISOLATION PENDING INTENSIVE INVESTIGATION AND APPROPRIATE TESTS FOR PSYCHOPATHY, CRIMINALITY, AND/OR POSSIBLE KALQUOI CONNECTIONS.
CHAPTER V
Words on a card. That was all they were. But they spelled an end to hope.