"The Red Witch," he whispered. "We're getting hot."
"Who's she?" said Joan. She pushed Jaro aside, put her eye to the peep hole. "Where do you meet these people?" she asked.
Jaro said, "I'm going in and talk to her. Wait here."
"What?" cried Joan, "Leave me out in this dark hole? I should say not."
"All right," he replied. He glanced again through the peep hole. The woman was asleep. She lay on her side, her red hair turning the pillow to blood. She still had on the abbreviated costume she had been wearing on Mercury Sam's stage.
Jaro opened the panel, crawled into the room, Joan on his heels.
He went up to the bed, looked down at the sleeping woman. He thought she looked hollow cheeked, unhappy in her sleep; nothing like the flaming wanton who was known throughout the Universe as the Red Witch. He touched her shoulder.