Allen had it now! All the information needed. More than ever now he wanted to connect with Leh, and escape out of here. "Garga, listen," he murmured, "were you ordered to stay here with me, until Tollgamo sends for me?" "Yes," she agreed. Her gaze clung to his. "That will not be--too hard for you?" "No--no, of course not, Garga, but listen--" Abruptly Allen tensed. In a dark doorway nearby, beyond which Allen knew Tollgamo's guards were stationed, a dim blob of figure had appeared. Garga's back was to the door; she did not see the lurking shape. It was a hunched, misshapen silhouette. Leh, in his masquerade as jester, standing there listening. "Listen," Allen quickly resumed. "There's no reason why you should not show me around a bit, is there? On that cliff quite near here there's a little kiosk that looks over the inlet. You and I--alone there, Garga?" His hand touched her square, metal-clad shoulder; and at once her hand went up, gripping his. "Perhaps." "I would like to have you show me what's going on," he urged. "And to sit there with you, just for a little time." Leh heard it. His hunched figure in the doorway moved and his head nodded assent; and then he drew back, was gone. "I will get you a cloak," Garga murmured abruptly. She came with the cloak in a moment; a long, dark-grey garment of flexible metal. With this on, and with the helmet which Rhool had given him, Allen could pass for a Gort. Garga was eager, trembling, as she took him through a small side doorway. The nearby glowing city street bustled with activity. Garga and Allen were not challenged as they skirted the edge of the metal street; and presently came to a dark and narrow little bridge, a fifty foot catwalk-span over a chasm to the promontory head where the lookout kiosk stood dark and silent above the lagoon. A new idea had come to Allen. As together they crossed the catwalk he murmured to Garga: "The Master spoke of the Peters girl, and asked me if she is beautiful." Garga smiled. "So? The Master is ironical always. He plays with you." "Meaning what?" "He has seen that girl many times. Ten years ago, when there was no threat of Tollgamo, he was in Arron. She was just a child then. He played with her. And he has loved her ever since." They came to the kiosk, entered its dark interior. It was merely a roof over a circular metal bench, with a waist high railing. Thirty feet down, the sea inlet was a black ribbon of water. The yellow tunnel at the bottom of the opposite cliff was dark now, but further up the inlet there were lights and activity. Allen sat with a hand gripping Garga's mailed arm. Across the background of his mind he was trying to plan ... he could seize this amourous woman's weapons. But then what? Would Leh be able to come here now? Leh, who had mentioned diving from here, with a way of escape from the inlet. "Tollgamo loves Peters' daughter?" Allen was murmuring.