"With energy," said Sutton.
"Energy…" Davis choked.
Sutton stared at him icily.
"Anything else?" he asked.
Davis was confused. The red tape had gotten tangled. The answers were all wrong. He fiddled with a pencil.
"Just the usual things, I guess." He drew a pad of forms before him.
"Name?"
"Asher Sutton."
"Origin of fli…Say, wait a minute! Asher Sutton!"
Davis flung the pencil on the pad, pushed away the pad.