The Commander did not share Roal's enthusiasm, but he patiently returned with Roal to the headquarters of the SBI. His own mind was puzzled and distracted by the mystery of Starhouse. He didn't believe Roal's story, but he didn't quite believe his own, either. He didn't know what to believe. Roal took the cape into the finger print laboratory. The operating technician examined the collar at the point Roal remembered Alayna grasping it impulsively. "There're plenty of prints here," said the technician. "Let's see what yours look like." He examined Roal's fingers minutely, then turned back to the coat. "There are some here that aren't yours, all right. Want pictures?" Roal nodded. Calvin said, "It won't matter. Dozens of prints besides yours might be there." "Not in that exact place unless someone had fastened my cape about his neck. And no one else had done that except--" The Commander raised his eyebrows. "And how does it happen that this alleged Queen of the Silver Stars had your cape on?" "Nuts!" Roal knew he was being baited. "Send the prints to the Identification Office and order a report sent direct to my office," he told the technician. * * * * * The report would not be ready until morning. Roal went to the physiological lab for a blood test in the hope his blood might betray the presence of the drug and the antidote. That finished the day. In the morning he had to wait impatiently until ten before the pictures and report came in. He tore the envelope and read: _Memo to Hartford:_ "_The subject prints are those of one Mariana Sebours. Our files give the following information concerning this person: Age, 23; Race Terrestrian Caucasian; Height 5' 7"; Weight 125 lbs.; Hair, blonde; Eyes, blue...._" Detailed measurements, and skin and blood textures followed, but they were not of immediate significance to Roal. The fact was that his cloak bore the prints of someone named Mariana Sebours, and unless she and Alayna were the same he didn't know how the prints came to be there. This proved at least that his story was not the fiction or dream that Calvin assumed it was. Roal considered showing the report to the Commander, but there was more to be done. The descriptive picture in the report fitted his memory of Alayna, but a photograph would tell him for certain. He called the Identification Office for a full report with pictures on Mariana Sebours. It came through on the televise about an hour later. He was waiting for it. "Hello, Roal?" said Tim Atkins, the identification clerk. "Yes. What do you have?" "I hope your interest in the Sebours girl is personal, rather than business." "Why?" "Well, from her photos she'd be something worth having a personal interest in. Except that she seems to have vanished." "Give me the whole story. Where's the pix?"