The girl went rigid. Then she began to kick and twist and squirm desperately. Joel pinned down her legs, tightened his grip.
"D'you want me to yell for the guards?"
"No! No!" she breathed in panic.
"Then tell me what this is all about!"
"Have you the tattoo mark?"
Joel held up his left arm, being careful to retain a grip on her with the other. She trained the cylinder at his elbow. The green spot began to fluoresce.
"Ah," she breathed, relaxing limply. "You are a legitimate maladjustment case. I thought you were a spy...." Her voice trailed off.
Joel remained silent.
"Believe me," she said. "I can't tell all. Not now. It's too dangerous. Suppose someone should wake and find me here!"