"I hadn't, till you came along and showed me how. As I told you, I'd worked out the components. Once I had a chance to look over your unit, integrating them was no job at all."
"But why...?"
The man with Horning's face laughed again. "That comes later, my friend. After you've admired the present I brought you."
Horning eyed the bundle. Limp and bulky, it was nearly six feet long and wrapped loosely in a covering of some greenish plastic.
"Go ahead. Look it over," his visitor invited, gesturing with the gun. "It's all yours."
New uneasiness crept through Horning. Slowly, he came forward and, kneeling, started to untie the cords that held the bundle closed.
"You're too slow," the man said. "Here. Let me do it."
He tugged at one corner of the covering. The plastic tore away.
Feminine hair came into view. A head lolled over, exposed.