"What about those other men you bought?" he demanded hoarsely; "the ones who disappeared?"
Priscilla's green eyes were alight. "Why, Joel, you're jealous!"
"What happened to them?" he repeated.
She said: "You're going to find out now. That's why I came for you," and sprang to her feet. "Hurry. We mustn't keep them waiting any longer."
"What the devil are you talking about?" Joel demanded suspiciously. "Keep who waiting?"
"You'll see," she laughed.
Priscilla led him straight to the governor's suite. The guard at the entrance saluted smartly, stood aside.
The governor's aide, a young, pink-cheeked cadet, was sitting behind a bank of televisors. He sprang to his feet, clicked his heels. "They're in the conference room," he said to Priscilla.
She nodded, shoved Joel down a corridor at the left. A panel opened automatically at their approach. Joel paused on the threshold startled.
The conference room was long, low-ceilinged and devoid of windows. Perhaps twenty people were sitting at a long table with Governor Cameron at the head. Fredrik Roos, Chief of the Asgardian Police, was on the governor's right.