"Yes, I can," he said. "This thing's been all scheduled out, Trigger. And the next step of the schedule for you is Manon. Nothing else." She didn't believe him in the least. He couldn't know. She nodded. "Guess I might as well play along." She looked at him. "I don't think I really had much choice, did I?" "Afraid not," he admitted. "It's one of those things that just have to be done. But you won't find it all bad. Your companion, by the way, for the next three days will be Mihul." "Mihul!" Trigger exclaimed. "Right there," said Mihul's voice. Trigger swung around in her chair. Mihul stood in a door which had appeared in the full wall of the room. She gave Trigger a smile. Trigger looked back at the Commissioner. "I don't get it," she said. "Oh, Mihul's in Scout Intelligence," he said, "wouldn't be here if she weren't." "Been an agent for eighteen years," Mihul said, coming forward. "Hi, Trigger, surprised?" "Yes," Trigger admitted. "Very." "They brought me into this job," Mihul said, "because they figured you and I would get along together just fine." 9 It was really infernally bad luck! Mihul was going to be the least easy of wardens to get away from ... particularly in time to catch a liner tomorrow night. Mihul knew her much too well. "Like to come along and meet your facsimile now?" Mihul inquired. She grinned. "Most people find the first time quite an experience." Trigger stood up resignedly. "All right," she said. They were being polite about it, but it was clear that it was still a cop and prisoner situation. And old friend Mihul! She remembered something then. "I believe Major Quillan has my gun." He looked at her thoughtfully, not smiling. "No," he said. "Gave it to Mihul." "That's right," said Mihul. "Let's go, kid." They went out through the door that had appeared in the wall. It closed again behind them. The facsimile stood up from behind a table at which she had been sitting as Trigger and Mihul came into the room. She gave Trigger a brief, impersonal glance, then looked at Mihul. Mihul performed no introductions. "Dress, robe and scarf," she said to the facsimile. "The shoes are close enough." She turned to Trigger. "She'll be wearing your street clothes when she leaves," she said. "Could we have the dress now?" Trigger pulled the dress over her head, tossed it to Mihul and stood in her underwear, looking at her double slip out of her street clothes. They did seem to be a very close match in size and proportions. Watching the shifting play of slim muscles in the long legs and smooth back, Trigger decided the similarity was largely a natural one. The silver-blonde hair was the same, of course. The gray eyes seemed almost identical--and the rest of the face was a little _too_ identical! They must have used a life-mask there. It was a bit uncanny. Like seeing one's mirror image start moving about independently. If the girl had talked, it might have reduced the effect. But she remained silent.