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A
rapping
sounded
at
the
airlock
door
—
the
code
knock
of
one
of
Hawat
’
s
corps
.
“
Come
in
,
”
Paul
called
.
The
door
swung
wide
and
a
tall
man
in
Atreides
uniform
with
a
Hawat
insignia
on
his
cap
leaned
into
the
room
.
“
There
you
are
,
sir
,
”
he
said
.
“
The
housekeeper
said
you
’
d
be
here
.
”
He
glanced
around
the
room
.
“
We
found
a
cairn
in
the
cellar
and
caught
a
man
in
it
.
He
had
a
seeker
console
.
”
“
I
’
ll
want
to
take
part
in
the
interrogation
,
”
Jessica
said
.
“
Sorry
,
my
Lady
.
We
messed
him
up
catching
him
.
He
died
.
”
“
Nothing
to
identify
him
?
”
she
asked
.
“
We
’
ve
found
nothing
yet
,
my
Lady
.
”
“
Was
he
an
Arrakeen
native
?
”
Paul
asked
.
Jessica
nodded
at
the
astuteness
of
the
question
.
“
He
has
the
native
look
,
”
the
man
said
.
“
Put
into
that
cairn
more
’
n
a
month
ago
,
by
the
look
,
and
left
there
to
await
our
coming
.
Stone
and
mortar
where
he
came
through
into
the
cellar
were
untouched
when
we
inspected
the
place
yesterday
.
I
’
ll
stake
my
reputation
on
it
.
”
