O'Leary coughed. "Sorry. I didn't know I was staring." She looked at
him with cold eyes. "I mean," he said, "you don't _look_ like anybody
who'd get mixed up in--well, miscegenation."
"Miscegenation!" she blazed. "You're all alike! You talk about the
mission of the Categoried Classes and the rightness of segregation,
but it's always just the one thing that's in your minds--sex! I'll tell
you this, Captain O'Leary--I'd rather many a decent, hard-working clerk
any day than the sort of Civil-Service trash I've seen around here!"
O'Leary cringed. He couldn't help it. Funny, he told himself, I thought
I was shockproof--but this goes too far!
A bull-roar from the corridor. Sauer.
O'Leary spun. The big redhead was yelling: "Bring the governor out
here. Lafon wants to talk to him!"
* * * * *
O'Leary went to the door of the cell, fast.
A slim, pale con from Block A was pushing the governor down the hall,
toward Sauer and Lafon. The governor was a strong man, but he didn't
struggle. His face was as composed and remote as the medic's; if he was
afraid, he concealed it extremely well.