"You sent for me," Trowse reminded him, "and if you waste my time you'll have to pay for it. These are my busiest hours."
Powers came back to the present. It was too late to hesitate. He smiled grimly.
"You won't want payment," he said, "when you have heard why I sent for you."
A light like the flashing of fire upon polished steel lit up for a moment those strange-colored eyes. Yet in other respects the man was unmoved. Not a muscle of his face twitched.
"You have found a subject?" he said.
"I have."
"You are going to attempt the operation, or you want me to?"
"It is done."
Trowse set down his hat, and deliberately selected a chair.
"You've pluck!" he remarked. "Dead or alive?"