The ends justify…He scratched away industriously on a note plate. When I was sure it had finished its trip and landed in the vault I pressed the button on my wrist transmitter. Harder. You do that. And where do they get it from?Taxes of course. A shiny blob was fixedthere,anchoring a strand so thin that it was invisible, yet I knew was as strong as a cable. I dont do any medical work, he mumbled, looking at my bandaged arm. As long as it stayed out of the regular lanes of commerce, and clear of detector stations and planets, it would never be found.