Except that you don't kill a man who comes back after twenty years.
Especially a man like Sutton.
Sutton is a good man. One of the best the Bureau has. Slick as a whistle, well grounded in alien psychology, an authority on galactic politics. No other man could have done the Cygnian job as well.
If he did it.
I don't know that, of course. But he'll be in tomorrow and he'll tell me all about it.
A man is entitled to a day's rest after twenty years.
Slowly, Adams put away the mento-cap, reached out an almost reluctant hand and snapped up a tumbler.
Alice answered.
"Send me in the Asher Sutton file."
"Yes, Mr. Adams."