"And how many failures have there been?"
"About ten out of the seventy. Previous to our first successful reanimation we had thirty consecutive failures."
"I see. And what is the nature of these failures?"
Raymond began to fidget. "Ah—well, we don't succeed in restoring life."
"The body remains inanimate?"
"Yes. Most of the time, that is. I mean—"
It was too late. Vorys pounced on the slip gleefully and said, "Most of the time, Dr. Raymond? I don't quite understand. Does that mean that some of your failures result in actual reanimation, or partial reanimation? Will you make yourself clear?"
Panicky, Raymond glanced at Harker, who shrugged and nodded resignedly. It had to come out eventually, Harker thought.
The squirming Raymond was a pitiful sight under the merciless lights. He said in a hopeless voice, "I guess I ought to be more specific."
"That would help, Dr. Raymond."