Mike walked around the room, looking at everything.
“What’s the matter? What’re you looking for?” asked Keku.
“His liquor,” said Mike the Angel.
“In his desk, lower left-hand drawer. You won’t find anything but a bottle of ruby port; Mellon was never a drinker.”
Mike opened the drawer. “I probably won’t find that, drunk as he is.”
Surprisingly enough, the bottle of wine was almost half full. “Did he have more than one bottle?” Mike asked.
“Not so far as I know. Like I said, he didn’t drink much. One slug of port before bedtime was about his limit.”
Mike frowned. “How does his breath smell to you?”
“Not bad. Two or three drinks, maybe.”
“Mmmm.” Mike put the bottle on top of the desk, then walked over to the small case that was standing near one wall. He lifted it and flipped it open. It was the standard medical kit for Space Service physicians.