He wasn't—not as long as I was going to clear it with Dr. Lawton. He did as I asked. One of the advantages of the Company's rigid regulations was that it was hard to enforce strict security on its personnel. If you didn't tell the staff that they were working for something needing covering up, you couldn't expect them to be constantly on guard.
When the orderly was gone and the doctor had scrawled out the pass, I said cordially, "Thank you, Doctor. Now would you like to know what all the fuss was about?"
"I certainly would," he snapped. "If you think—"
"I'm sorry," I apologized. "Come over here and take a look at this man."
I juggled the radiation counter in my hand as he stalked over. "Take a look at his eyes," I invited.
"Are you trying to tell me that this is a dangerously radioactive case? I warn you, Mr. Wills—"
"No, no," I said. "See for yourself. Look at the right eye, just beside the nose."
He bent over the awakening body, searchingly.
I clonked him with the radiation counter on the back of the head. They must have retired that particular counter from service after that; it wasn't likely to be very accurate any more.