"Then why this get-up?" Sutton demanded angrily. "Why disguise me?"
"Well, sir," explained Herkimer, "it's like this. We figured no human in his right mind ever would want to be taken for an android. So we turned you into one. They'll be looking for a human. It would never occur to them to take a second look at an android when they were looking for a human."
Sutton grunted. "Smart," he said. "I hope it doesn't…"
"Oh, they'll get on to it after a while, sir," Herkimer admitted, cheerfully. "But it will give us some time. Time to work out some plans."
He moved swiftly around the room, opening chest drawers and taking out clothing.
"It's very nice, sir," he said, "to have you back again. We tried to find you, but it was no dice. We figured the Revisionists had you cooped up somewhere, so we redoubled our security here and kept a close watch on everything that happened. For the past five weeks we've known every move that Trevor and his gang have made."
"Five weeks!" gasped Sutton. "Did you say five weeks?"
"Certainly, sir. Five weeks. You disappeared just seven weeks ago."
"By my calendar," said Sutton, "it was ten years."
Herkimer wagged his head sagely, unstartled. "Time is the funniest thing, sir. It ties a man in knots."