"Yes, I do," Macklin said. "Very well. Go ahead. Give me your injection."
Mitchell cleared his throat. "Are you positive, doctor?" he asked uncertainly. "Perhaps you would like a few days to think it over."
"No! I'm ready. Go ahead, right now."
"There's a simple release," Ferris said smoothly.
Macklin groped in his pocket for a pen.
II
"Ferris!" Mitchell yelled, slamming the laboratory door behind him.
"Right here," the small man said briskly. He was sitting at a work table, penciling notes. "I've been expecting you."
"Doctor—Harold—you shouldn't have given this story to the newspapers," Mitchell said. He tapped the back of his hand against the folded paper.