He examined Roal's fingers minutely, then turned back to the coat. "There are some here that aren't yours, all right. Want pictures?"
Roal nodded. Calvin said, "It won't matter. Dozens of prints besides yours might be there."
"Not in that exact place unless someone had fastened my cape about his neck. And no one else had done that except—"
The Commander raised his eyebrows. "And how does it happen that this alleged Queen of the Silver Stars had your cape on?"
"Nuts!" Roal knew he was being baited. "Send the prints to the Identification Office and order a report sent direct to my office," he told the technician.
The report would not be ready until morning. Roal went to the physiological lab for a blood test in the hope his blood might betray the presence of the drug and the antidote. That finished the day. In the morning he had to wait impatiently until ten before the pictures and report came in.
He tore the envelope and read:
Memo to Hartford:
"The subject prints are those of one Mariana Sebours. Our files give the following information concerning this person: Age, 23; Race Terrestrian Caucasian; Height 5' 7"; Weight 125 lbs.; Hair, blonde; Eyes, blue...."