"Come on along," Collins urged. "They'll probably shoot us on sight as trespassers."
She looked around herself without comprehension.
"Which way?"
"This way."
Collins did not say those words.
They were said by the man with the gun in the uniform like the one worn by Elston. He motioned impatiently.
"This way, this way."
"No priority," Colonel Smith-Boerke said as he paced back and forth, gun in hand.
From time to time he waved it threateningly at Collins and Nancy who sat on the couch in Smith-Boerke's office. They had been sitting for close to two hours. Collins now knew the Colonel did not intend to turn him over to the authorities. They were being held for reasons of Smith-Boerke's own.