At ten o'clock the next morning, a panel slid aside in a wall that had previously seemed solid. Colonel Lord Barrick Sorban stepped into the room, thinking as he did so that he really was a romantic. He actually rather enjoyed the idea of using secret passages and hidden panels to gain access to the Emperor's private apartments in the Imperial Palace. He gave a gentle nod to the man in the blue lounging robe who sat in a big easy-chair just across the room. "Good morning, Sire." "'Morning, colonel," said His Imperial Majesty, Hannikar IV. "How are things shaping up?" The colonel chuckled. "Not a single one of the newsies printed a word of it, Sire." These men were close friends, and had been for years, yet they clung to the formal titles, both from habit and for self-protection. The accidental use of a first name could mean a dead giveaway at the wrong time. The Emperor was a smaller man than Colonel Sorban, but he was far more impressive. While the colonel seemed rather mild, the Emperor looked--well, Imperial. He looked just as an Emperor ought to look--handsome, dark-haired, stern at times and kindly at others. The square jaw gave an impression of firmness of character, while the sapphire-blue eyes were penetrating without being harsh or hard. "What about the Senesin boy?" he asked. "He's in jail," said the colonel. His Imperial Majesty raised an eyebrow. "Oh?" It was a question and a command. "Not by my orders," said the colonel quickly. "He got a little upset. He'd taken those tapes and documents around to four editors and had been thrown out four times. The fifth time--at the _Globe_, as a matter of fact--he accused the editor of being in your pay. A hassle started, and the editor called the Honolulu police. Don't worry, Sire; one of my boys got the tapes and stuff." "Is it genuine?" "The evidence? Yes. The Federalists had the goods on you, all right." He grinned. "As you said, everything but brainwashing." "I'll take care of it," said the Emperor. "Prince Jaimie's been going through the family files, and I rather want him to see this batch of stuff, too. Meantime, get the Senesin boy out of that cell; I want to see him. He's got guts, if nothing else." "He has sense, too, Sire; he's just a little too young yet." He almost added "and romantic," but he stopped himself in time. "How long will it take to get him out?" His Majesty asked. "I can have him here in half an hour. The editor of the _Globe_ will drop the charges. I can put a little pressure on in the right places." The Emperor nodded. After a moment, he thumbed a button on his chair arm. "Inform Lord Senesin that he is requested to appear for a Royal Audience in forty-five minutes," he said firmly. "Yes, Sire," said a voice from a hidden speaker. The Emperor looked at the colonel. "Get the boy." * * * * *