The sergeant whirled, recognized the captain and quickly saluted. "Glad to see you, sir," he said. "Just the man I was looking for!" "Good enough. What's on your mind? Better tell me as we go for the warden's in a hurry to see me." The two men walked abreast, both big, although Court lacked any trace of the sergeant's paunch. As they walked and talked, their eyes darted continually about, unconsciously checking the appearance of the buildings, the position of the guard in the gun tower, the attitude of a very old inmate who was meticulously weeding a flower bed. "Captain, you going to let the men out for their yard time?" Court's pace slowed. "Why not?" "No real reason ... _now_. But there's trouble in the air, sir. I can smell it. The whole place is buzzing ... with _something_." "With what?" "I can't put my finger on it. But all the men know there's some pretty big shots--at least one general, they say--in the warden's office, right now. There's a hot rumor that there's trouble outside--some sort of disaster." Court laughed shortly. "That Mario! He's going to lose a nice job if he doesn't keep his mouth shut!" "None of them keep their mouths shut, captain." "Yes ... well, I don't know what's up, myself. I'm heading for that conference right now. I'll ask the warden about letting the men out of their cells. What's their attitude?" The sergeant's broad, red face grew more troubled. "Uh ... the men aren't hostile, captain. They seem worried, nervous ... kind of scared. If somebody at the top--the warden or yourself--could convince them things were as usual outside ... they'd quiet down, I'm sure." They were now thirty feet from the door to the administration building a door that opened for but one man at a time. The officers stopped. "Things are _not_ normal outside," Court growled, "and you know it. I've been wondering how long this prison could go on--as if there were still a state's capital, with its Adult Authority, its governor, its Supreme Court. D'you think every man jack here doesn't know a visit from the Authority's long overdue!" "Yeah--" "Well, I'll go in, sarge, and see what's what. If you _don't_ hear from me, stick to routine." "Right, captain." He remained where he was while Captain Court walked slowly toward the door, both hands well in sight. A pace from the door he stopped and exchanged a few words with someone watching him through a barred peephole. After a moment, the door slid open and he walked into the building.