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Troy took a look at the blasters leveled at him and silently walked between them to the hangar door. Barret and Professor Hemmingwell remained at the workbench, following the trio with their eyes. Later, after Troy had been safely locked in the Academy brig, Firehouse Tim Rush sat at his desk in the small security shack taking down the two cadets' reports.
"Why were you detained at the psychograph tests this morning?" demanded Barret. "None of your business!" shouted Troy. "I was doing my job. That's all." "I'll bet," snapped Barret. "Professor, here is your sabotage agent. Who are you working for, Troy?" "None of your business," stammered Troy, seemingly confused. "I mean, I'm not working for anyone." "There! You see, Professor!" shouted Barret.
"Well, I suppose it was; at least, there is a range of cliffs close to the place where our raft struck." "Oo ay but it iss not the wee precipices, it iss the big hull behind them that we ca' the Eagle Cliff." "Oh, indeed! I saw that cliff in a peculiar manner as I came along," said Barret giving a description of the scene.
But the three cadets refused to be hurried and made each man perform the ritual of getting out to the letter. Still later, after they had been relieved by the Capella unit and had told them of the incident between Astro and Barret, they headed back to the Academy dormitory more tired than they had ever been before in their lives.
"I think you'd better explain yourself, Pat," said the professor, looking troubled and suspicious. "Why were you detained so long this morning?" "They were asking me questions." "What kind of questions?" demanded Barret. "I'm not allowed to tell you." "What were you doing here the other night?" pursued Barret. "The night you saw me here." "I came down to check our supplies.
His long white beard and searching eyes imparted to him an air of masterful dignity, which was increased by his tabardlike vesture and the heraldic barret cap with triple plume which bespoke his office. "It is Sir William de Pakington, the prince's own herald and scrivener," whispered Sir Nigel, as they pulled up amid the line of knights who waited admission.
Of course Barret feared that she would recognise him, and had been greatly exercised as to his precise duty in the circumstances; but when he found that she did not recognise either his face or his voice, he felt uncertain whether it would not be, perhaps, better to say nothing at all about the matter in the meantime.
"Observe, Mr Gordon," continued Barret, drawing himself up slightly, "the only wrong-doing for which I ask pardon is undue haste. My position, financially and otherwise, entitles me to marry, and darling Milly has a right to accept whom she will. If it be thought that she is too young and does not know her own mind, I am willing to wait.
"I'll have that line through, and in operation, bringing in the first haul of hangar material in three weeks." Impressed by the young man's confidence, Connel turned to Commander Walters and nodded. "Well, if you can do that, Barret," said Walters, "Professor Hemmingwell will have to begin his operations now, won't you, Professor?" "That's right," said the wiry old man.
Even if you had only injured her severely, they would have made a sensation of it, with an offer, perhaps, of a hundred pounds for your capture, and a careful indication of the streets through which you passed when you ran away " "Ay, that's what makes the matter so much worse," Barret would reply; "the unutterable meanness of running away!"
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