"Now, I don't think we have the right to take a chance. Either the man you're holding now is an anti-Government man or he isn't. If he isn't, I'll be glad to apologize or fight him to the death, whichever you or he prefer.
"But, I repeat, we can't take any chance. We've got to know.
"So, let me take a look at him. If he is Zorvash Pedrik, you can hold him and find out the truth. If he isn't, we can check on his story and find out where Zorvash Pedrik is."
I rubbed my chin, as though I were thinking my decision over, although I had already made up my mind. After a minute, I looked up at him and said: "In other words, you won't know whether this man is Zorvash Pedrik or not unless you see him?"
The Damakoi spread his hands. "How could I?"
I stood up. "Okay, Jedon Onomondo. Let's go. I'll get him out of the Grand Capitol, and we'll take a look at him."
"Fair enough," said the Damakoi. "Let's go."
By the time we got back to the Grand Capitol, things had happened. My assistant, Ned, was waiting for me by the main gate. When my car pulled up, he leaped aboard.
"Chief, something's happened. Nothing really serious, except that that Damakoi that you left here has been hit by a high-frequency guard beam."