"A chemical which induces an instantaneous hypnotic trance in people. Leaves them wide open to suggestion. Medical hypnotists make a lot of use of it. So do criminals."
She turned away from the control console to look at him. "Why would your partner want to hypnotize you?"
"I don't know," Dasinger said. "He hasn't admitted that he intended to do it."
"Is he a criminal?"
"I wouldn't say he isn't," Dasinger observed judiciously, "but I couldn't prove it."
Duomart puckered her lips, staring at him thoughtfully. "What about yourself?" she asked.
"No, Miss Mines, I have a very high regard for the law. I'm a simple businessman."
"A simple businessman who flies his own cruiser four weeks out from the Hub into I-Fleet territory?"
"That's the kind of business I'm in," Dasinger explained. "I own a charter ship company."
"I see," she said. "Well, you two make an odd pair of partners...."