Theprisoner's in the waitin' room, Colonel. If he did, Mellis would probablyact like an asshole and throw crap on him. He handed a thin sheaf of papers to Belser. What if the trooperswere told to say they'd arrived by ship? he said.
A corporal, husky and square-faced, stood in the shorthallway looking in, and gestured at the rectangle of notepaper Varlik hadtaped to the door. Their cargo boxeswere partly of boards, but mostly of slabs with bark on one side. They'd anticipatedthat, and the T'swa had night goggles. The guns had been registered in advance, andtheir rounds hit on or near target, one striking the bridge
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