"It's worth trying," Maxon said, and they checked.
And checked, and checked.
"We worked for hours," Walraven said, "but nothing came of it. None of us, even Maxon, knew enough about the psi-drive to be sure, but we ended up certain that the trouble wasn't there. It was in us."
The drug was wearing thin, leaving him pale and shaken. His face had a glisten of sweat under the lowered lights.
The lead psych man chose a hypodermic needle, looked to Erwin and Costain for authority, and administered a second injection.
"You gave up searching," he said. "What then, Lieutenant?"