Lesbee was in a dilemma. The first large doubt had come to him, the possibility that perhaps the other was sincere. The possibility was especially disturbing because in a few moments a part of his own plan would be revealed. He sighed, and realized that there was no turning back at this stage. He thought: "We'll have to bring the entire madness out into the open, and only then can we begin to consider agreement as real." Aloud, he said in a steady voice, "Why not bring the prisoner out where we can see him?" As the tractor beam lifted Dzing out of the cage, and thus away from the energies that had suppressed his thought waves, the Karn telepathed to his contact on Alta III: "Have been held in a confined space, the metal of which was energized against communication. I shall now attempt to perceive and evaluate the condition and performance of this ship--" At that point, Browne reached over and clicked off the intercom. Having shut off the audience, he turned accusingly to Lesbee, and said, "Explain your failure to inform me that these beings communicated by telepathy." The tone of his voice was threatening. There was a hint of angry color in his face. It was the moment of discovery. * * * * * Lesbee hesitated, and then simply pointed out how precarious their relationship had been. He finished frankly, "I thought by keeping it a secret I might be able to stay alive a little longer, which was certainly not what you intended when you sent me out as an expendable." Browne snapped, "But how did you hope to utilize?--" He stopped. "Never mind," he muttered. Dzing was telepathing again: "In many ways this is mechanically a very advanced type ship. Atomic energy drives are correctly installed. The automatic machinery performs magnificently. There is massive energy screen equipment, and they can put out a tractor beam to match anything we have that's mobile. But there is a wrongness in the energy flows of this ship, which I lack the experience to interpret. Let me furnish you some data...." The data consisted of variable wave measurements, evidently--so Lesbee deduced--the wave-lengths of the energy flows involved in the "wrongness." He said in alarm at that point, "Better drop him into the cage while we analyze what he could be talking about." Browne did so--as Dzing telepathed: "If what you suggest is true, then these beings are completely at our mercy--" _Cut off!_ Browne was turning on the intercom. "Sorry I had to cut you good people off," he said. "You'll be interested to know that we have managed to tune in on the thought pulses of the prisoner and have intercepted his calls to someone on the planet below. This gives us an advantage." He turned to Lesbee. "Don't you agree?" Browne visibly showed no anxiety, whereas Dzing's final statement flabbergasted Lesbee. "... _completely at our mercy_ ..." surely meant exactly that. He was staggered that Browne could have missed the momentous meaning.