“Have you an eavesdropping microphone, Haljan?”
I hesitated. “Yes.”
“I was thinking....” He leaned closer toward me. “If, in half an hour, you could use it upon Miko’s cabin––I would rather tell you than the captain or anyone else. The cabin will be insulated, but I shall find a way of cutting off that insulation so that you may hear.”
So George Prince had turned with us! The shock of his sister’s death––himself allied to her murderer!––had been too much for him. He was with us!
Yet his help must be given secretly. Miko would kill him in an instant if it became known.
He had been watchful of the deck. He stood up now.
“I think that is all.”
As he turned away, I murmured, “But I do thank you....”
The name Set Miko glowed upon the small metal door. It was in a transverse corridor similar to A 22. The corridor was forward of the lounge: it opened off the small circular library.