"Ah, there you are," Retief said as Taine's eyes fluttered and opened. "You've had a nice nap—almost fifteen minutes. Feeling better?"
Taine snarled, straining against the bonds on his wrists.
"Gold braid has its uses," Retief commented. "Now that you're back, perhaps you can answer a question for me. What's the Birthday Cake?"
Taine spat. Retief went to stand over him.
"Time is growing short, Mr. Taine. It will be dawn in another two hours. I can't afford the luxury of coaxing you."
"You won't get away with this."
Retief looked at the glowing end of his cigar. "This won't be subtle, I agree—but it will work."
"You're bluffing."
Retief leaned closer. "In my place—would you hesitate?" he asked softly.
Taine cursed, struggled to break free, eyes on the cigar.