"I didn't really believe that Swarts would let you go into space. It
wasn't like him. Bob, he fooled you. _Today_ is when your time runs
out!"
Maitland swallowed hard, and his chest muscles tightened convulsively.
"You mean it was all a trick?"
She nodded. "He told me just now, while he was putting something in
your milk to make you sleep." Her face was bitter and resentful. "He
said, 'This is a lesson for you, Ching, if you ever do any work with
individuals like this. You have to humor them, tell them anything they
want to believe, in order to get your data.'"
Maitland put his feet on the floor, stood up. His face was white and he
was breathing fast.