Sauer hesitated. "Well—all right. But no guards!"
A few yards away, Sue-Ann Bradley was stuffing the syncoped form of the guard into her small washroom.
It was time to take a stand. No more cowering, she told herself desperately. No more waiting. She closed the door on the guard, still unconscious, and stood grimly before it. Him, at least, she would save if she could. They could get him, but only over her dead body.
Or anyway, she thought with a sudden throbbing in her throat, over her body.
VI
After O'Leary and the medic left, the warden tottered to a chair—but not for long. His secretary appeared, eyes bulging. "The governor!" he gasped.
Warden Schluckebier managed to say: "Why, Governor! How good of you to come—"
The governor shook him off and held the door open for the men who had come with him. There were reporters from all the news services, officials from the township governments within the city-state. There was an Air GI with major's leaves on his collar—"Liaison, sir," he explained crisply to the warden, "just in case you have any orders for our men up there." There were nearly a dozen others.
The warden was quite overcome.