"Oh!" She exclaimed it involuntarily. Her outflung hand had unwittingly gripped my wrist, caught the electrode there. The touch burned her, and short-circuited my robe. There was a hiss. My current burned out the tiny fuses. My invisibility was gone! I stood, a tall, blackhooded figure, revealed to the gaze of anyone who might be near! The futile plans of humans! We had planned so carefully! Our calculations, our hopes of what we could do, came clattering now in a sudden wreckage around us. "Anita! Run!" If I were seen with her, then her own disguise would probably be discovered. That above everything, would be disaster. "Anita, get away from me! I must try it alone!" I could hide somewhere, repair the cloak perhaps. Or, since now I was armed, why could not I boldly start an assault? "Gregg, we must get you back to your cubby!" She was clinging to me in panic. "No. You run! Get away from me! Don't you understand? George Prince has no business here with me! They'll kill you!" "Gregg, let's get back to the deck." I pushed at her, both of us in confusion. From behind me there came a shout. That accursed steward! He had returned, to investigate perhaps what George Prince was doing in this corridor. He heard our voices. His shout in the silence of the ship sounded horribly loud. The white-cloaked shape of him was in the nearby doorway. He stood stricken with surprise at seeing me. And then turned to run. I fired my paralyzing cylinder through my cloak. Got him! He fell. I shoved Anita violently. "Run! Tell Miko to come--tell him you heard a shout. He won't suspect you!" "But, Gregg--" "You mustn't be found out. You're our only hope, Anita! I'll hide, fix the cloak, or get back to my cubby. We'll try again." It decided her. She scurried down the corridor. I whirled the other way. The steward's shout might not have been heard. Then realization flashed to me. That steward would be revived. He was one of Miko's men. He would be revived and tell what he had seen and heard. Anita's disguise would be revealed. A cold-blooded killing, I do protest, went against me. But it was necessary. I flung myself upon him. I beat his skull with the metal of my cylinder. I stood up. My hood had fallen back from my head. I wiped my bloody hands on my useless cloak. I had smashed the cylinder. "Haljan!" Anita's voice! A sharp note of horror and warning. I became aware that in the corridor, forty feet down its dim length, Miko had appeared with Anita behind him. His bullet projector was leveled. It spat at me. But Anita had pulled at his arm. The explosive report was sharply deafening in the confined space of the corridor. With a spurt of flame the leaden pellet struck over my head against the vaulted ceiling. Miko was struggling with Anita. "Prince, you idiot!" "Miko, it's Haljan! Don't kill him--"