The Hindu wrinkled his face in thought. "I've been here when there were. Not now though; wrong time of the year."
That was not good. Rains didn't want to expose himself, but he had to get in touch with the director of the Institute.
"If you want a fog, I'll get you one," said Gowru.
Rains glanced up. The Hindu was a queer fellow. Rains had dismissed the talk of coloring the comet's atmosphere as drunken boasting, but what if it wasn't?
"Can you actually create fog?" he asked doubtfully.
"Sure. Want a sample?"
Perhaps he should, but too many fogs at this time would be suspicious. He shook his head, "If you say you can deliver, I believe you. The only question is, can you cover most of the city?"
"The whole northern part of India," Gowru assured him.
"That much won't be necessary. How long can you hold it?"