Without formally placing him under arrest, they relieved him of his sidearm—so much for military courtesy—took him to the building where Jordan had held Andy and Markowitz. He didn’t think it a coincidence that they brought him to the same room where Furlann had been intending to violate Markowitz’s rights and person. The rats and the thaumaturgic equipment were gone—the latter being Furlann’s own and not to be parted from her—but the false dentist’s chair was still there. This time Tom saw that it was equipped with restraining straps. Jordan must have been busy elsewhere; the room was untenanted. The MPs closed the door on Tom, and he heard the lock snap home.