"Oh, yus. Must have antiseptics."
It took the fire department four hours of spraying from their copters to reduce the entire housing estate to dust. And then an even blanket of brown feathery residue lay unbroken for several acres, save here and there where the shells of previous buildings stood up gauntly and accusingly.
"All bugs gone," said Lood sadly.
"But what about this mess?" demanded the bald Commissioner.
"Comes out of air. Floating particles. Process cleans air, too."
A fresh wind from across the blanket of dust came inopportunely to punctuate Mr. Lood's remark. As soon as they could talk again, the Commissioners suggested resuming in another city.
"Assuming, Mr. Jones, you wish to produce further aspects of your, hum, case."
Six red and bleary eyes stared at me from a coating of brown dust of only vaguely judicial appearance.
"I think, Your Honors, the next evidence had better be delivered in the open," I said, and pointed to a nearby park.