The leg was hollow, and in it were a number of tightly-rolled sheets of very thin, tough paper. The Corpsman started to unroll the papers, but at a quick signal from Hanlon, Admiral Hawarden stepped forward. "I'll take those, Lieutenant. I think, for the time being, at least, we need search no further. Since most of the papers we have found here are purely planetary matters, they're not for us to meddle with, even though we have permission to do so. Back to Base--if these are not what we want we can start again later." As the men filed out, Hawarden activated the visiphone, and got the minister's office at the imperial palace. "Find anything we want there, Captain?" he asked the man who answered. "Not yet, sir." "Report back to Base, then. I think we've got it here." He disconnected and handed the papers to Hanlon who had, in the meantime, returned the toogan to its cage, and now sat down. He saw the young man's face fall at first glance at those dozens of rolled sheets. "What's wrong?" "It's in code," came the explanation reply as Hanlon swiftly examined each page. "In code--or in Bohr's native language, whatever that may be." "Ouch! If it's that, we're sunk. Better get Trowbridge on it anyway, hadn't we?" "Yes," slowly, "that's all we can do now." After some moments, "Guess I'll keep out of sight for a while. I'll go back to the hotel. You can get in touch with me there. I'm still sort of shaky from that beating I got, and need a lot of rest." "Want the doctor to look you over again?" "No, I don't think I need that now. He said to have the dressings renewed in two days, so I'll see him tomorrow." "Right, Newton. If anything comes up, I'll get in touch." "Oh, be sure and let me know about that freighter. You've had no word yet, I suppose." "Only that it's still there, being loaded. The scouts are watching it closely, ready to blast at first sign of departure." "Warn them that we want _all_ of the crew and passengers." The two started out, but suddenly Admiral Hawarden stopped Hanlon with his hand on the young man's arm. "About that business with the toogan. I'm not prying if you don't want to talk, but shouldn't I warn all the men who saw it, to keep quiet?" "Shades of Snyder, yes! I got so interested I forgot all about others seeing me with it. Yes, absolutely, it must never be talked about." He again looked pleadingly at the admiral. "I ... I'm sorry, sir ... but at that I know you're smart enough to have figured out most of it. All right, highly confidential, I can do a bit of mind-reading, and especially with animals and birds, whose minds are not as complex as human's. I can even control 'em to some extent." The admiral nodded. "I sort of figured as much, with the amazing performance of that pigeon. Your secret is safe with me--it certainly must not be spread around. But I don't mind saying I'm glad it's you has that ability, not me," with a half-hearted laugh.