"Why?"
Pollard knew that the wish to aid Carroll would fall on deaf ears. Carroll did not care to be helped. There were other ways.
"Because I must do my job or I shall be released," said Pollard. "You must permit me to try, at least. Will you?"
"I—yes."
"Good. No one will know that I am not trying hard. But we'll make it look good?"
"Yes."
"Do you know where your home is?" asked Pollard with his mental fingers crossed.
"No."
Pollard sighed.
"Then you stay here. Miss Farragut will show you a quiet room where you can sleep. Tomorrow we'll find your home from the files. Then you can go home."