Doctor Ryder, informed, looked defeated.
“And all for a tawdry jewel. And we still have——”
Clark motioned for silence, trying desperately, vainly, to raise a response from the dead ether waves.
They retired, at last, because with the glowering clouds hanging low in a star-obscured sky, with possible guards in sight, they dared not make a move.
Discussion had been fruitless. They had drawn only blanks in their search for a course of action.
Clark, lying on his cot, tossing, got up.
“I can’t sleep. I’m going to walk around—see if I can think up some way to find out about Roger—and that man with him, too, of course, because what happens to one will happen to the other.”
He went out into the somber blackness of midnight.
Walking did not keep him from brooding, nor help his brain to do its task.
He sat on a large tussock of dry turf.