"Well, Morris?" he demanded.
"Well?" repeated Dirk stonily.
"Your time passes swiftly. Have you decided to tell your secret?"
"I know one thing," said Morris, "that is no secret. My time passes swiftly, yes. But so does yours. The days of your dictatorship are numbered, Garroway. Soon the cleansing flame of righteous rebellion will rise to sweep you and every evil thing you stand for from the face of creation!"
Garroway stiffened, flushing with dark anger.
"You speak boldly for a doomed man, Morris. Guards, open the cell!" He scowled. "It may amuse you to learn that I did not need your information, traitor. I gave you a final chance to offer it of your own free will. But your cherished 'secret' has already been solved."
"Solved!" That was Hardesty. "You mean—?"
"Quiet, Neil!" warned Dirk. "He's faking!"
Garroway laughed.