"I--what?"
"We may be swimming into a seine. Perhaps they're just toying with
us--waiting to see if we are foolhardy enough to attack."
The scales above the Chancellor's eyes stood on edge as he pondered the
ramifications of the other's suggestion. Finally, "We'll hold off a
while, perhaps."
Mittich had put him off for a moment. But no gain against Vrausot,
political or otherwise, was ever more than temporary.
The Assemblyman was jarred from speculation as one of his major scales
split with aridity. He hurried off to his isotonic saline tank.