"I like to think I'm that way," he said.
"You think a lot of me," she said. "Would you talk to save me from torture?"
A bead of sweat popped out on Jack's forehead as he thought it over. "That's a double curse," he said grimly. "You'd prefer torture to misloyalty and I'd be torn between the two because it is against all natural instincts for a male to harm a female. That's a forty-thousand-year heritage, Jenna."
"Well," she said, "I'm in that position but I'm without the means to say the word and relieve his torture."
"And he," said Grant, with feeling, "is pretty much in the same boat."
"Before this all happened there was enough to outweigh any doubt. But I'm practically accused of treachery."
Grant smiled tolerantly. "Most of that is in your own mind," he said gently. "You've kept your fears bottled up too long, and they're fermenting into all sorts of questionings and worries."
"Then I'm not really under suspicion?"
Grant laughed. "My dear, if they're reading your mind without your will, that's not treachery. Frankly, I've studied the problem myself, and I know that such is impossible. In no known science has there ever been a situation where a transmitter can be heard without the transmitter aware of its output. By 'transmitter' I mean people talking, men holding radioactives, radio, subradio, light, sound, and fury. Furthermore, since unwitting aid is ruled out, if such aid is given, it is given willingly. And that, Jenna, I refuse to believe."
"Truly?" she pleaded.