Walton smiled triumphantly. "You mean they're bluffing! They know they don't dare release that serum, and they think they can get me out of the way and you, their puppet, into office by making menacing noises. All right. I'll call their bluff."
"You mean you refuse?"
"Yes," Walton said. "I have no intention of resigning my interim directorship, and when the Assembly convenes I'm going to ask for the job on a permanent basis. They'll give it to me."
"And my evidence against you? The Prior baby?"
"Hearsay. Propaganda. I'll laugh it right out of sight."
"Try laughing off the serum, Roy. It won't be so easy as all that."
"I'll manage," Walton said tightly. He crossed the room and jabbed down on the communicator stud. The screen lit; the wizened face of the tiny servitor appeared.
"Sir?"
"Fulks, would you show this gentleman out of my chamber, please? He has no further wish to remain with me."
"Right away, Mr. Walton."