"What about breakfast?"
"Order whatever you want from room service," the man told her.
Julia closed the door. I should show him—! she thought.
But then: Where could I go if I did go out? Suppose they come for me and I'm gone?
She phoned for breakfast.
The guard stood by while it was brought in. To keep me, she thought, from talking to the waiter.
By noon she still had received no word from the government.
She was growing annoyed.
It was after two o'clock when the colonel—the same one who had met them at the airport last night—came for her. "Sorry to keep you so long," he said. "They're ready to see you now."