The room he had been given to sleep in was a broom cupboard in the basement, his bed a stained old mattress and an army blanket. Better than he had had for weeks, and he should have been fast asleep as soon as his eyes closed, but he wasn’t. He lay there thinking about the house they had visited. And the girl. And the jewel that Krüger was looking for. Maybe Tygo could find it – or better yet, maybe the girl knew where it was – maybe she had it! Tygo wondered if he should go back tomorrow to see what he could find. Then he felt the warrant disc in his pocket, next to the letter from Krüger. It meant he could break the nightly curfew if he wanted. What if he went now? It was after midnight, the streets would be deserted; it would be safer to travel now, and he would be back in time for Krüger tomorrow morning. A long agonized cry came from one of the cells. It seemed to pierce Tygo’s heart, and he shivered. No time like the present, he thought, and got to his feet in the darkness, his hand searching the wall for the light switch.
