"You would do exactly the same thing," Claerten's voice said.
Jonas grinned suddenly, and sat straighter. "I should have known you'd be getting into contact sooner or later," he thought.
"I try to keep track of all our men," Claerten thought. "In a case like yours, I try harder."
"My foolishness," Jonas thought, "sometimes works to my benefit."
Claerten's thought was wry. "If you hadn't got impatient and tried to hurry things," his voice said in Jonas' mind, "you wouldn't be back in your cell now. There is a time and a place for your disclosure—"
"Another day in here would have driven me out of my wits," Jonas thought.
"Better out of your wits than dead," Claerten thought.
Jonas sighed.
"However," Claerten went on, "there is still a way out for you. I have read the situation in your mind, and your next move will have to be rather more spectacular than usual."
"So long as it works," Jonas said, "I will be satisfied."