A voice replied. "Yes."
"Locate Saul for me, will you?"
"I'll ring the corridors." A pause. "Can't find him."
"Thanks." The Attendant was puzzled. He was beginning to make little sniffing motions with his nose. "Do you—smell anything?"
Lantry sniffed. "No. Why?"
"I smell something."
Lantry took hold of the knife in his pocket. He waited.
"I remember once when I was a kid," said the man. "And we found a cow lying dead in the field. It had been there two days in the hot sun. That's what this smell is. I wonder what it's from?"
"Oh, I know what it is," said Lantry quietly. He held out his hand. "Here."
"What?"