Petersen shivered. "You're building up trouble," he repeated. "Woller's
pretty near running this place."
"'A louse,'" Nolan quoted, "'enthroned in luxury, will still a
loathsome insect be.' That's Woller."
Petersen's wizened little troll-face gaped at him. "Lice bite," he said
succinctly.
Nolan said soberly, "Live ones do. After tonight Woller may not be able
to bite anybody. Dead lice have no friends."