He shook his head.
Norris let a long silence pass while he struggled with himself. At last he said, "Your license could be revoked, you know."
"I know."
Norris ground his fist thoughtfully in his palm and stared at the sleeping doll-thing. "I'll take your books home with me tonight," he said. "I want to make a complete check for similar changes. Any objections?"
"None. It's the only trick I've pulled, so help me."
"If that's true, I won't report you. We'll just attach a correction to that page, and you'll put the newt back in stock." He hesitated. "Providing it's not a deviant. I'll have to take it in for examination."
A choking sound came from the armchair. Norris stared curiously at the old man. Moisture was creeping in the wrinkles around his eyes.
"Something the matter?"
O'Reilley nodded. "She's a deviant."
"How do you know?"