I closed my eyes and groaned. She would have a special code with her brother! "Sure he didn't simply overlook it?" I tried.
Snow's face was solemnly earnest. "In one letter, by the longest stretch of the imagination, possibly. But not two in a row." She leaned forward, her eyes housing desperation. "So when I learned that you, an Amnesty-bearer, were aboard, I just knew it had to be connected with whatever happened to Ted. There is something wrong, isn't there!"
I hesitated, wondering what to do. This thing was a tightly kept secret, one which I'd sworn to keep. On the other hand, Snow had the most devastating blue eyes. I shifted in my position and felt cold metal bump lightly against my chest beneath my blouse. I'd forgotten about the Amnesty. Hell! I was the most influential, powerful person in the universe, wasn't I? If I wanted to plaster the secret across the face of the moon, no one had the authority to say no. Not even Baxter, however purple he might turn at the idea, could tell me not to do anything! And hadn't I been picked by the Brain? Didn't that mean that my instincts in this thing would be the correct ones?
I took one more look into her deep blue eyes and decided that even if it was the most disastrous thing to do, I was going to tell her the truth.
"It depends on what you mean by wrong," I said.
Snow's brow crinkled. "Then the boys have vanished?"
I nodded, and she went deathly pale. "But don't worry," I said quickly. "It may not be as bad as we think."
"What!" she gasped. "Fifteen little boys missing on an alien planet, and it may not be bad? Are you out of your mind?"
"If you'll calm down a bit and let me explain." I suggested.
Snow leaned back in her chair and folded her arms. "Go ahead," she said resignedly.