He realized she was referring to his de-handcuffed wrist and grinned, indicating that he'd tell her later. "I see you've been outfitted for our new climate," she went on. A student in the row of chairs ahead turned and frowned. The instructor talked on, oblivious. Don nodded and said "_Sh_." "Don't let them intimidate you. Did you see the planes?" More students were turning and glaring and Don's embarrassment grew. "Come on," he said. "Let's cut this class." "Bravo!" she said. "Spoken like a true Cavalier." She gathered up her books. The instructor, without interrupting his lecture, followed them with his eyes as they left the room. "Now I'll never know whether the young princes got out of the tower alive," she said. "They didn't. The question is, will we?" "I certainly hope so. I'll have to speak to Father about it." "He's locked up in his lab, they tell me. Where would that be?" "In the tower, as a matter of fact. The bell tower that the founding fathers built and then didn't have enough money to buy bells for. But you can't go up there--it's the holy of holies." "Can you?" "No. Why? You don't think Father is making all this happen, do you?" "Somebody is. Professor Garet seems as good a suspect as any." "Oh, he likes to act mysterious, but it's all an act. Poor old Father is just a crackpot theorist. I told you that. He couldn't pick up steel filing with a magnet." "I wonder. Look, somebody's called a meeting for us outsiders from the train at two o'clock. It's almost that now. Maybe I'll have a chance to ask some questions. Will your father be there?" "I'm sure he will. He's a great meeting-caller. I'll go with you. And, since you have two free hands now, you can hold my books. Maybe later you'll get a chance to hold me." * * * * * Among the people sitting around the bare tables in the dining room, Don recognized the conductor and other trainmen, two stocky individuals who had the look of traveling salesmen, an elderly couple who held hands, a young couple with a baby, two nuns, a soldier apparently going on or returning from furlough, and a tall, hawk-nosed man Don classified on no evidence at all as a Shakespearean actor. All had been on the train. He didn't see Geneva Jervis anywhere. An improvised speaker's table had been set up at one end of the room, near the door to the kitchen. A heavy-set man sat at the table talking to Mrs. Garet, the professor's wife. "The stoutish gentleman next to Mother is the president of Cavalier," Alis said. "Maynard Rubach. When you talk to him be sure to call him _Doctor_ Rubach. He's not a Ph.D. and he's sensitive about it, but he did used to be a veterinarian." They sat down near the big table and Mrs. Garet smiled and waved at them. Mayor Civek came in through the kitchen door, licking a finger as if he'd been sampling something on the way, and sat down next to Mrs. Garet.