He glowered at her and walked away into the dark, his spider legs dissolving sooner than expected. Then he marched back.
"Sorry," he said. "Ha. I won't tell you. I'm going to tell it to the Director himself."
"Forget it, Boney. He'd throw you out again. You'd better just tell us."
His skeleton hand stretched toward the water. "You see that radio presser?"
"You mean the new radiocompressor on the Silvertongue factory?"
"Radiocompressor. All right. Do you ladies know what it does?"
"Anything," Miss Knox said. "Our patient, Mr. Barger, builds them. He told us all about it the moment he came. In Greek."
"Not—not all about it. I know all about it. I had a big deal going—my Armenian partner and me, we were buying up neckties to sell in the hospital...."
"What do you know? And will you stop blowing in my face?"
He glowered.