"Somebody told me."
Mallon ground his cigar out savagely on the damask cloth. "You'll point
the scum out to me!"
"I don't give a damn whether you moved it or not. Anybody with your
training can figure out the controls of a Bolo in half an hour--"
"Not well enough to take on the Tr--another Bolo."
I took a cigar from the silver box, picked up the lighter from the
table, turned the cigar in the flame. Suddenly it was very quiet in the
room.