Tedor was interested in spite of himself. He was moving at top speed through the crowds and if Dorlup could keep up with him, they'd talk. "I thought the whole idea of solidiofilms was to keep clear of time travel," Tedor said.
Dorlup puffed like a blowfish out of water, lighting a big cigar. "Used to be that way. But time's become the universal solvent. Business, pleasure, anything—all else is a dull routine. If the solidios don't turn to time, they'll go out of business in a couple of years."
"I'd like to help you, but the law requires secrecy. Besides, I'm in a hurry."
"I can keep up with you."
"Who told you I was here?"
"Coincidence."
"My foot."
"Well, Fornswitthe told me."
"What!"
"Fornswitthe, your assistant."