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"You'll do a lot of good in jail, or on the end of a rope."

"Chance I have to take," his father replied. "I think I'll have a couple
of hours. If anybody from the press calls you, what are you going to
tell them?"

Conn repeated the line he had taken already. His father nodded.

"All right. I'll call you later. If I can. Just keep things going at
your end."

A dozen of Klem Zareff's men were crowding into the room.

"This man's under close arrest," the old soldier was telling them. "He
is very important and very dangerous. Take him out somewhere, search him
to the skin, take his clothes away from him and give him a robe. He's to
be watched every second; make sure he hasn't poison or other suicide