"Polypenthium." Madison's face was as blank as Johnson's—only his body seemed at once tired and taut.
"What's it for?" I rasped.
"You're the psychologist," he said sharply.
I met his eyes and held on but it was impossible to stare him down.
"I don't know about physical methods, I told you. I've been dealing with people in books, films, tapes all my life, not living men up till now, can't you absorb that?"
"Apparently I've had more experience with these things than you then, Doctor. Shall I proceed?"
"You shall not," I cried omnisciently. "I know enough to understand we can't get the results the government wants by drugs. You going to put that away?"
Madison nodded once.
"All right," he said.
I unshackled my fingers and he put the shiny needle away in its case, in his suitcoat pocket.