Sutton spoke sharply. "I'm your friend in this matter, Herkimer. Don't forget that for a moment. I am your friend and I proved it in advance by not signing that petition."
He stood staring at the android. Impudent and sly, he thought. And that's the way we've made them. That is the mark of slavery that goes with the mark upon the forehead.
"You may rest assured," he told Herkimer, "that I have no pity for you."
"Thank you, sir," said Herkimer. "Thank you for all of us."
Sutton turned to the door.
"You are to be congratulated, sir," said Herkimer. "You gave a very good account of yourself last night."
Sutton turned back to the room.
"Benton missed," he said. "I couldn't help but kill him."
Herkimer nodded. "But it isn't only that, sir. This happens to be the first time I ever heard of a man being killed by a bullet in the arm."
"In the arm!"