y the things in the morning."

Using hotel stationery, Julia made a list.

The colonel took it. "We'll call you in sometime tomorrow morning to get
your testimony."

"I better give you some money for the list."

The colonel smiled. "You're a guest of the Air Force. We'll take care of
it." At the door he said, "Oh, by the way, don't try to leave this
room."

He closed the door softly behind him.

Julia undressed quickly.

She fell into bed.

Six hours later, at ten o'clock in the morning, she awoke with a start.
Someone was knocking.

"Yes?"

"A package for you."

She drew the bed clothes around her. "Just set it inside the door."

The sentry complied.

Julia got up. She felt completely refreshed. She showered.

Opening the package, she was delighted with the clothing the colonel's
secretary had selected.

She dressed and combed her hair.

When she tried to leave the hotel room, the sentry barred her way.

"What about breakfast?"

"Order whatever you want from room service," the man told her.

Julia closed the door. I should show him--! she thought.

But then: Where could I go if I did go out? Suppose they come for me and
I'm gone?

She phoned for breakfast.

The guard stood by while it was brought in. To keep me, she thought,
from talking to the waiter.

By noon she still had received no word from the government.

She was growing annoyed.

* * * * *

It was after two o'clock when the colonel--the same one who had met them
at the airport last night--came for her. "Sorry to keep you so long," he
said. "They're ready to see you now."

"I'm ready."

"We're going over to the Pentagon."

"Let's go."

They stopped to pick up Walt.

He had gotten a razor from somewhere; the stubble on his face was gone.
His skin was smooth and boyish. He was dressed in a single breasted,
brown suit. His white shirt was open at the neck.

Julia's heart caught in her throat with pride when she saw him. She
blushed.

"He's been pacing the floor for the last hour," the guard said.

"We're going to talk to some government official," Julia said. She
smiled up at him. "How do you feel, Walt?"

"I'm fine. Fine. Nervous. But I feel fine."

"They're waiting," the colonel said. "We better hurry."

Julia took Walt's hand. "It's all right. You don't need to be afraid."

"I'm not afraid," he said.

The same olive drab car was waiting for them outside the hotel. They got
in-