"It's thought-attuned. It's controlled directly from my neural centers,
and the linkage isn't completely smooth yet. It takes time to learn how
to use one of those things, and it's a strain learning. I don't wear
the arm all the time."
The inspector nodded. He turned back and continued to check through
Thornwald's luggage. Finally, the two inspectors held a whispered
conference and looked up.
"What are you doing on this planet, Mr. Thornwald?"
"I'm--I've come here to live. I'm a retired Interstellar Policeman."
"We noticed that. But this stuff looks suspicious. I think we'll have
to hold you for questioning."
Thornwald backed away. "What's that? What kind of questioning? Is this
a shakedown of some kind?"
"Orders of the Governor," the inspector said. "Come on, now--we'll put
you away until the Governor can talk to you himself."
"Hold it, fellow," Thornwald warned. "I'm a policeman, and I know the
law. You can't lock me away without a writ."