ary had not once spoken since Tugh entered the room. She was huddled beside me, a strange, beautiful figure in her long white silk dress. In the glow of light within this bare metal apartment I could see how pale and drawn was her beautiful face. But her eyes were gleaming. She drew me closer to her; whispered into my ear:
"George, I think perhaps I can control this mechanism, Migul."
"How, Mary?"
"I—well, just let me talk to him. George, we've got to get out of here and warn Larry and that Princess Tina against Tugh. And join them. It's our only chance; we've got to get out of here now!"
"But Mary—"
"Let me try. I won't startle or anger Migul. Let me."
I nodded. "But be careful."
"Yes."
She sat away from me. "Migul!" she said. "Migul, look here."