Stunned, Lee forgot his headache and slowly swung his feet to the floor. He studied her, the analytical mind that had made him a great scientist while still a young man now framing the questions.
"Why?"
"I do not need money."
"I mean why are you willing to—"
"Because Mr. Clifford asked that I serve you in any way I'm able."
"Why the rotten—!"
"Oh, no! Mr. Clifford is one of the Great Ones." There was reverence in her voice.
"You must be a fool! Trusting a man who would ask you to do a thing like that!"
"You're putting words in my mouth. Mr. Clifford did not mention sleeping with you. He only asked that I render any service possible."
"And you don't think that was included?"