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an opening with his own teeth, and drank from it directly. He thoughtgloomily that there were such things as odorless, tasteless, slow-acting poisons that could be introduced delicately by means ofhypodermic needles or high-pressure needle jets, then put thethought aside as being childish.So far murders and attempted murders had been committed inthe most direct possible fashion. There was nothing delicate or subtleabout a blow on the head, enough poison in a glass to kill a dozenmen, or a poisoned arrow shot openly at the victim.And then he thought, scarcely less gloomily, that as long as hehopped between time zones in this fashion, he was scarcely likely tohave regular meals. Or, if this continued, regular sleep.The robot approached him. "Dr. Leebig directs you to callsometime tomorrow. He is engaged in important work."Baley bounced to his feet and roared, "You tell that guy-"He stopped. There was no use in yelling at a robot. That is, youcould yell if you wished, but it would achieve results no sooner than awhisper.He said in a conversational tone, "You tell Dr. Leebig, or hisrobot if that is as far as you've reached, that I am investigating themurder of a professional associate of his and a good Solarian. You tellhim that I cannot wait on his work. You tell him that if I am notviewing him in five minutes, I will be in a plane and at his estateseeing him in less than an hour. You use that word, seeing, so there'sno mistake."He returned to his sandwich.The five minutes were not quite gone, when Leebig, or at least aSolarian whom Baley presumed to be Leebig, was glaring at him.Baley glared back. Leebig was a lean man, who held himselfrigidly erect. His dark, prominent eyes had a look of intenseabstraction about them, compounded now with anger. One of hiseyelids drooped slightly.He said, "Are you the Earthman?""Elijah Baley," said Baley, "Plainclothesman C-7, in charge ofthe investigation into the murder of Dr. Rikaine Delmarre. What isyour name?"Click here to buyABBYYPDFTransformer2.0www.ABBYY.comClick here to buyABBYYPDFTransformer2.0www.ABBYY.com
"I'm Dr. Jothan Leebig. Why do you presume to annoy me at mywork?""It's easy," said Baley quietly. "It's my business.""Then take your business elsewhere.""I have a few questions to ask first, Doctor. I believe you were aclose associate of Dr. Delmarre. Right?"One of Leebig's hands clenched suddenly into a fist and hestrode hastily toward a mantelpiece on which tiny clockworkcontraptions went through complicated periodic motions that caughthypnotically at the eye.

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