"Holdreth Khain," I said, "I'm bringing in a man to see you--one of your fellow Damakoi. We've got a sneaking hunch that he may be Zorvash Pedrik. Do you think you're up to identifying him?" He seemed to grow a little stronger almost immediately. "Certainly," he said. "Bring him in." "Will you be all right, do you think?" I asked. "The doctor has to attend to another patient." It was an out-and-out lie, but I wanted to get the doctor out of the room. The physician started to say something in protest, but I silenced him with a glance. "I'll be all right," said Holdreth Khain. The doctor took the hint and got out. I pointed at a door across the room. "I'm going to bring the man in through that door. I want you to take a good look at him--the way he walks, the way he acts--notice everything about him. I want to be absolutely sure of our identification." "Very well," said the Damakoi. "I'll watch him carefully. If it's Zorvash Pedrik, I'll know him." "Good. I'll get him now." I went for the alien. * * * * * Jedon Onomondo had been searched thoroughly, and his clothing had been completely changed. He was wiping the dampness of perspiration from his blue, four-fingered hands with a handkerchief when I walked in. "How is he, Mr. Cameron?" he asked. "He'll be all right for a while," I told him. "Are you ready to take a look at him?" "Any time." "Come along, then." I led him down the corridor to a drop tube, and we went down to the door of the room where Holdreth Khain lay on a couch with two guards watching him. They had their instructions. "He's in there," I told the Damakoi. I gestured at the door. "Now, don't get violent when you see him--if he's the man we want. I know you Damakoi are likely to lose your temper at the sight of an enemy, but we've got guards in there to stop you." Jedon Onomondo's blue skin seemed to pale a little, but he said nothing. He nodded in agreement. I opened the door. The Damakoi went in first, and I followed him, staying well behind. Within a few seconds, I'd know whether my reasoning had been right. Jedon Onomondo walked across the room. It was a long room, nearly forty feet from end to end. I stayed well behind, letting the Damakoi do as he pleased. When he was about half-way across the room, he started to run. Holdreth Khain had been watching the approach of the other Damakoi, and, at the same instant he started to run, Holdreth Khain leaped out of the couch and ran toward Jedon Onomondo. When they were still ten feet apart, they slammed solidly into the pair of invisible plexisteel walls I had had set up across the room. They both screamed in hatred, and tried to batter down the walls. Then they realized what they had done to themselves and stopped. I wasn't quite prepared for the Damakoi on my side of the wall. Jedon Onomondo turned, mouthing an oath in Damakese, and jumped at me.