The Commissioner blobbed forward, a distorted ball of slimy mud.
"I will crush you under my foot like a bloated white grub!" the fat man announced with sincerity.
Malloy's eyes narrowed in the darkness.
"Stay away from me Commissioner, or I'll push you down—way, way down!"
The blocky figure retreated a step, quivering impotently.
Malloy nodded to himself.
The Commissioner had spoken too knowingly of a terrible fear of falling.
The interrogator was the younger man who sat next to Dr. Heirson during Malloy's release from the hospital.
"I feel you'd like to know my identity, Mr. Malloy. My name is Pearson; I work for the federal government. Now would you tell me just what you hoped to gain by betraying the assault force of Jockeys?"