“Twenty-five.”
“Are your parents living?”
“No.”
“Were they healthy?”
“Fit as fiddles.”
“And your grandparents?”
“Perfect bear-cats. I remember my grandfather at the age of about a hundred or something like that spanking me for breaking his pipe. I thought it was a steam-hammer. He was a wonderfully muscular old gentleman.”
“Excellent.”
“By the way,” said Kirk casually, “my life is insured.”
“Very sensible. There has been no serious illness in your family at all, then, as far as you know?”