At that moment, the communication screen began making a fuss. Ruth Ortheris, in a light blue tailored costume, appeared in it.
“Dr. Mallin, what is going on here?” she wanted to know. “I just came in from lunch, and a gang of men are tearing my office up. Haven’t you found the Fuzzies yet?”
“What’s that?” Jack yelled. At the same time, Mallin was almost screaming: “Ruth! Shut up! Blank out and get out of the building!”
With surprising speed for a man of his girth, Fane whirled and was in front of the screen, holding his badge out.
“I’m Colonel Marshal Fane. Now, young woman; I want you up here right away. Don’t make me send anybody after you, because I won’t like that and neither will you.”
“Right away, Marshal.” She blanked the screen.
Fane turned to Mallin. “Now.” He wasn’t bothering with vocal tricks any more. “Are you going to tell me the truth, or am I going to run you in and put a veridicator on you? Where are those Fuzzies?”
“But I don’t know!” Mallin wailed. “Juan, you tell him; you took charge of them. I haven’t seen them since they were brought here.”
Jack managed to fight down the fright that was clutching at him and got control of his voice.
“If anything’s happened to those Fuzzies, you two are going to envy Kurt Borch before I’m through with you,” he said.