"He's been punished," [Bourne said, explaining nothing.] "He's in no danger. He's not hurt. Which is more charitable than I should be."

[He went to the other end of the room to check on David.] "He is sleeping, though. Or he looks like he is." [He stared at the white rat in the cage, trying to decide if his inmate was truly worn out from his frenzied attempt at escaping/attacking his warden, or simply faking. The lack of the mental tirade that had been hammering him for several minutes seemed to indicate the former, but as he well knew David was crafty. And as he well knew, rats had excellent hearing.

Nothing sensitive would be discussed in this room until David was released.]