"Now."
Black Tom hesitated. Roger felt his first resentment returning. He
leaned forward.
"This thing doesn't belong to any group," he began. "We all happen to
be at the same point at the same time. I know what I'm doing. I----"
Black Tom laid a hand on his knee. "Boy, you'll have to excuse a lot of
manner when you're one of us. Our material's men and we get to handle
them sometimes as if they were--pig iron." He whistled and Katya popped
above the fence. "Bring me the Anderson case."