"Yes," agreed Joel, "I've a much higher percentage of light sensitive rods in my eyes than average. I've always been able to see about as well after dark as a cat."
"What did the Eugenics Board say?"
Joel's homely features broke into a grin. "They had their hands full explaining how they let me slip past when I was born."
"There wasn't anything done about it?"
"Oh, I was put under observation. They decided it was a harmless aberration, but I was forbidden to reproduce."
"But I see you were allowed to marry?"
"My wife was not considered good breeding stock either."
"I see." The fat man pursed his lips, gave Joel an appraising glance. "How did you happen to kill your superior at the State Cattle Farm?"
Joel's face darkened.
"It was an accident. I hit him with my fist. I hit him too hard and broke his neck."