He looked carefully but could find no place where a cigarette's fire might have been crushed. He shrugged. "So long as I didn't burn you, baby."
"You didn't." She had the automatic table mix them two cocktails. "There's Brave back from the recroom," she said.
"Ears like a fennec," he said admiringly. "I didn't hear anything."
"Watch it, brother. I know what a fennec's ears look like." She went to open the door for the big Indian. "How'd you do, Brave?"
"Gambled away a dollar and seventy-five cents in a reckless passion. Are you ready to go home, sheikh?"
"Yes, I am. I have a theory I want to talk about."
"You argue him out of it, Brave," said Win. "He's been working too hard. He thinks supermen are after him."
Brave looked at Alan and his fine face grew hard and set. "Supermen ..." he said. "Mutants. Alan, is that it?"
"I think that's it."
"It fits the picture, all right."