"I wouldn't be interested in any reports," Jansen said curtly. "Now, do you let me through or do I report you to Bareen?"
Glances were exchanged again. One of the guards shrugged. They didn't want trouble. Jansen's very boldness was his best weapon. Finally, exchanging glances once more, they waved him on.
The second swamp-buggy was by then out of sight down the domed corridor. But half an hour later Jansen reached the big, white, squat structure which housed the irrigation machinery. And Bareen's streamlined swamp-buggy was parked outside on the dry ground.
He went inside and an armed man stood in his path. "Well?"
"Bareen," Jansen said.
"Come and gone, with Miss Hilliard."
"But his buggy—"
"Who're you?"
"Bodyguard," Jansen said promptly. It had worked once.
"Hell, then you ought to know. Why ask me?"