The Dark Goddess Author:Marvin H. Albert "I won't do it." Rhalles heard the lack of conviction in his voice. But Jorgen appeared to accept the statement at face value. "In that case," he said heavily, "I am a dead man. Worse than dead. You will inform certain people in your govenment. They will seize me when I make my next contact with you. I'll be screaming and praying for death ... more »before they finish with me. But-they won't get any proof of who I really am or who I work for, to back up what I'll undoubtedly babble before they kill me. And-more important for you-Iwon't tell them where your wife is or who has her. Because I don't know. Jorgen paused, with perspiration gleamin on his face. He took out a fold-pressed white handkerchief and dabbed at it. He looked into Rhalles' syes, and there was no doubting his sincerity. "It will be terrible for me," he resumed softly. " I know the techniques used for extracting desperately needed information. By your people and mine. In the end, if I am not dead from mistreatment, I will be reduced t o less than a vegetable. But-long before that, your wife will have been killed. Perhaps, not pleasantly".
He paused again, and this time when he resumed his voice was harsh" "And it will be your fault. No one else's. You are now totally responsible, Mr. Rhalles, for whether your wife lives or dies."« less