"Sorry."
"Ken Armstrong? Suicided?" He shook his head helplessly, groping for
words. "I--I--oh, Jesus. I don't believe it. If Ken Armstrong
suicided, I'm the Scarlet Whore of Babylon."
"Well, we'll try to keep _that_ off the teevies."
"There's no chance that you're wrong," said the old man.
Carl shook his head. "There's plenty that's funny about that Mars
Colony, but Armstrong's death was suicide. Period. Even Barness didn't
understand it."