Nina rushed into the nursery, picked up the youngster, cooed over it and thrust the nipple of the bottle between its anxious lips.
"My compliments, Dr. Brill," said Huth. "Does this begin to satisfy your laws of probability?"
Lucifer was determined not to show his excitement. He shrugged. "Five thousand more tests might prove something—providing you counterposed 5,000 tests on children whose ancestry was psi negative."
"We're not interested in psi negative children, Dr. Brill."
Lucifer faced him squarely.
"Just what are you interested in? I think we are entitled to an explanation."
Huth hesitated, then nodded.
"Perhaps you are."
When they were settled in Huth's office, he stood by the window and folded his huge, bronzed arms.