"If I made a place?" I suggested. "Suppose I took someone else's place?"
He smiled, a faint, cold smile.
"Murder? It is impossible. You are always under the control of the
Bureau in some way, whether you are aware of it or not."
* * * * *
I turned away, a little dazed. The whole thing was inevitable and clear
as he put it. I knew there was nothing to be done.
I left his apartment, and went down the corridor to the landing stage.
No one interfered with my movements, and my commands were not
questioned. I ordered a plane, and gave my name to the girl in charge.
"Your destination?" she asked.