Up to a certain point I felt I could predict her reactions with firm logic. We were alone. He cracked his knuckles and looked glumly out the window. There was a Grand Ball just two days distant, the perfect cover for this operation. I had to find the battleship before it blasted its way across the galaxy. I can still handle him and make him do whatever I wantwithin limits. But if you think so, I will give you hundred-to-one odds you are wrong, any size bet you name. I get enough of that from Cassitor.