"Nebel?"
"He's interested in this thing, isn't he?"
"Definitely. Nebel's a very public spirited man."
"Well, I understand he's one of the top psychobiologists in the country today. Seems to me this new enzyme, whatever it is, would be right up his alley. Of course the lab should get to it eventually, but he might do it a lot quicker."
Larkin had been examining some statistical crime charts on the wall. He turned from them. "Pell, does Kronski know about all these wild hunches of yours?"
"I haven't talked with him about them yet. He left today before the lab report came in. Why?"
"I was just wondering," said Larkin evenly, "whether I had two maniacs in my organization or only one."
Rysland, frowning, turned to the chief. "I wouldn't be hasty, Larkin," he said. "Crazy as it sounds Pell may have something here."
Larkin snorted again, and this time along with it he shook his head sadly.
"What's your next move then?" Rysland asked Pell.