"I—I don't suppose you would care to reveal exactly what you mean," the Doctor asked, hesitatingly.
"Not unless you want to refund more than my original down payment. Say a million dollars more."
Dr. Munro chuckled dryly.
"Your price will come down, Miss Gluck. We'll get in touch with you on the question when it does. Naturally, you'll have to guarantee not to reveal it to anyone else, otherwise we might be tempted to give you a free treatment here."
Firelie Gluck said nothing, but her eyes laughed grimly.
A buzzer sounded beneath the desk. Dr. Munro clicked a switch and transferred his oval cigarette to the other hand.
"Yes?"
"This is Miss Froon," Miss Froon's voice, though a trifle reedy, was pregnant with import. "I have something to report, Dr. Munro—on Mr. Condemeign's case. Number 32."
The Doctor relaxed in his chair. A flicker of interest tinged with bored annoyance crossed his face.
"Go ahead, Miss Froon."