"Tomorrow?"
"I'm giving Doctor Velikof the voucher and taking possession of the machine tomorrow morning at ten ack emma."
"And your objections?"
"You'd foul up the deal."
"How?"
"Like most of your ilk, you'd want to spend a few years investigating the properties of the machine. You'd have someone make a mathematical analysis of the process, want to test it on this and that, and then you'd priff around for six more months before you decided whether to pay off now or a year from now. In the meantime Doctor Velikof would be in great danger, if not dead by then."
"And if I promise not to interfere?"
"Under those circumstances—"
Mangler eyed Newton calculatingly. "Will you put in writing a statement that you are inviting me to witness this affair under the single provision that I interfere in no way, shape, or fashion with your business deal with this Doctor Velikof?"
"I'll be most happy to."