It was his job to kill her, now. He was a Servant of the Spirit. He could not betray his trust.
First I'll find out for certain, though.
He took the gravshaft to the 58th floor, but instead of going to his room he turned left and headed toward the room whose number she had given him—5820. He paused a moment, then nudged the door-signal.
There was no immediate response, so he nudged it again. This time he heard the sound of a doorscanner humming just above him, telling him that she was awake and just within the door.
He said, "It's me—Abner. I have to see you, Beth."
"Hold on," came the sleepy reply from inside. "Let me get something on."
A moment passed, and then the door slid open. Beth smiled at him. She had "put something on," but the something had not been much—a flimsy gown that concealed her body as if she were wearing so much gauze.
But Harris was not interested in her body just now, attractive though it was. She held a tiny glittering weapon in her hand. Harris recognized the weapon. It was the Medlin version of the disruptor-pistol.
"Come on in, Abner."
Numbly he stepped forward, and the door shut behind him. Beth gestured with the disruptor.