“All right.”
“Didn't you—er—keep company, as they say, with Bertha Holcomb while at college?”
A kind look came into the man's eyes; he nodded; his whole face was soft and saddened.
“I see. That naturally brought you to the Blind Spot. You are after her father. Am I correct?”
“Exactly.”
“All right. Perhaps Bertha has taken you into some of her father's secrets. He undoubtedly had data on this Blind Spot. Have you ever been able to locate it?”
“No!”
“I see. This Rhamda? Has he ever sought that data?”
“Many, many times.”
“Does he know you haven't got it?”