He found Graver at a dial-covered panel. The brown-eyed secretary—her eyes now darker and more appealing than ever—was just leaving, a notebook in her hand.
"Since when," Kane asked, "has it been customary for technicians to need the assistance of secretaries to read a dial?"
"But, sir, she is a very good technician, herself. Her paper work is now done and she was helping me trace a circuit that was fluctuating."
Kane peered suspiciously into Graver's expressionless face.
"Are you sure it was a circuit that was doing the fluctuating?"
"Yes, sir."
"Did you know that half of Dalon's guards seem to be ready to jump ship?"
"Yes, sir. But their resentment is not characteristic of my technicians."
He realized, with surprise, that that was true. And Graver, in contrast to Dalon's agitation, had the calm, purposeful air of a man who had pondered deeply upon an unpleasant future and had taken steps to prevent it.
"I have no desire to hang, sir, and I have convinced my men that it would be suicide for part of them to desert. I shall do my best to convince Dalon's guards of the same thing."