"Hmmmm."
Velikof turned back from the door. "Dead?" he said. "Dead?"
"Dead," said Newton. "I couldn't have been as sloppy as you accused me of being."
"Maybe the thing isn't as demanding as you suggest," said Mangler.
"We'll find out," said Newton; "Howard, help me pack up."
"Sure."
Velikof shook his head. He handed the envelope back to Newton.
Newton took it, wonderingly. "Why?"
"I'm not selling," said Velikof.
"But you did sell. It's mine—ours."