Norris frowned. "How can they have children? There aren't any males."
"No? Guess what we found in one of Delmont's incubators."
"Not a—"
"Yeah. And it's probably not the first. This business about padding his quota is baloney! Hell, man, he was going to start his own black market! He finally admitted it, after twenty-hours' questioning without a letup. He was going to raise them, Norris. He was stealing them right out of the incubators before an inspector ever saw them. The K-99s—the numbered ones—are just the ones he couldn't get back. Lord knows how many males he's got hidden away someplace!"
"What're you going to do?"
"Do! What do you think we'll do? Smash the whole scheme, that's what! Find the deviants and kill them. We've got enough now for lab work."
Norris felt sick. He looked away. "I suppose you'll want me to handle the destruction, then."
Franklin gave him a suspicious glance. "Yes, but why do you ask? You have found one, haven't you?"
"Yes, sir," he admitted.
A moan came from the doorway. Norris looked up to see his wife's white face staring at him in horror, just before she turned and fled into the house. Franklin's bony head lifted.