"Something," Burris summed up, "has to be done."
Malone thought for a second. "Chief," he said at last, "if you can think of any way to nab them, I'll certainly be grateful."
"Oh," Burris said. "Oh. No. No, Malone. This is your baby." He leaned over and clapped Malone on the shoulder. "I have faith in you," he said. "You cleared up that nutty telepath case and you can clear this one up, too. But you've got to do it soon!"
"I'm working on it," Malone said helplessly. "We might get a lead any time now."
"Good," Burris said. "Meanwhile, let's sit down and see if we can't figure out a way to pacify the local bigwigs."
Malone sighed wearily.
An hour later, he was even more tired. Letting himself into his room at the hotel, he felt completely exhausted. He had spent most of the hour tactfully trying to get away from Burris. It had not been the world's easiest job.
Dorothea Fueyo was sitting on the couch, waiting for him.