Krogson’s face blanched.
“Any questions?” snapped the sector commander.
“Yes,” said Krogson.
“Well, don’t bother me with them. I’ve got troubles of my own!” The screen went dark.
Krogson slumped into his chair and sat staring dully at the blank screen. Finally he roused himself with an effort and let out a bellow that rattled the windows of his dusty office.
“Schninkle! Get in here!”
A gnomelike little figure scuttled in through the door and bobbed obsequiously before him.
“Yes, commander?”
“Switch on your think tank,” said Krogson. “The Lord Protector has the shakes again and the heat’s on!”
“What is it this time?” asked Schninkle.