"But Mallory," objected Chambers, "is on a prison ship. In near Mercury now, I believe."
Stutsman shook his head. "They still remember him. We'll have trouble out there one of these days."
"I would hate to have that happen," remarked Chambers softly. "I would regret it very much. I sent you out there to see that nothing happened."
"The trouble out there won't be a flash to this thing you were telling me about," snapped Stutsman.
"I'm leaving that in your hands, too," Chambers told him. "I know you can take care of it."
Stutsman rose. "I can take care of it."
"I'm sure you can," Chambers said.
He remained standing after Stutsman left, looking at the door through which the man had gone. Maybe it had been a mistake to call Stutsman in from Callisto. Maybe it was a mistake to use Stutsman at all. He didn't like a lot of things the man did ... or the way he did them. Brutal things.
Slowly Chambers sat down again and his face grew hard.