and Swan and almost killed half a dozen more without giving the slightest warning till the physical seizure came, and without leaving an external trace."
"Poison to kill has to get into one," Sencort came back, not giving up yet. "If it wasn't in the food or in the drink, where was it?"
"What," returned Teverson, sticking to the Socratic, "goes into one's body beside food and drink?"
"Air's all I can think of."
"All I can," Teverson admitted. "And, with that in mind, I believe I'll have a look around our directors' room myself, if you'll hold up our meeting for a few minutes."
"Damn foolishness," acceded Sencort graciously.
"Pipes were what I was particularly warned against," I said to Teverson.
"Come along," he invited me; so I went with him to the fifth floor, passed Weston and Reed on guard outside to see that nobody carted in time bombs since they'd last reported the room clear, and we stepped into the regular, long-tabled, black-walnut panelled mausoleum sort of room which directors picked for their deliberations a generation or so ago.
