"Hello," Zen said. "So you decided to call off the sham." The thought popped into his mind and the words out of his mouth before he could stop them.
"Did you know?" she gasped.
"Of course I did," Zen stoutly insisted. "When you went to sleep, I knew it was a trick designed to lure me by suggestion into the belief that I was sleepy, too."
"Then why did you let me do it?"
"I wanted to see how far you would go," he answered. "Come on. Let's get out of here."
"What about them? Are they shamming too?" She pointed to the bodies on the floor.
"They're up there, watching," he said, gesturing toward the ceiling. He laughed.
Owlishly, she stared at him. "I do believe you are out of your mind, colonel."
"It helps," he said. "Come on. Let's make tracks."
"That's a splendid idea, colonel. Except for one thing."