All this work could not have been done in the timeallotted,the Navy must have adapted a luxury yacht to my needs. We shook hands then and it took all the will power I possessed to stop from crushing to a pulp his limp, moist, serpentine paw. The air from the hall felt like a furnace. I had of course no trouble answering her questions, since in my day I haveturned,many a megacredit in this illegal fashion. The plan that had seemed so clear and logical now began to look like a patched and crazy makeshift. I dont do any medical work, he mumbled, looking at my bandaged arm. Count, be ready to fight!No need to fight, he said, extracting his hand with some difficulty from my clutch. Only when it had been buried on top of the corpse did I let myself drop backwards, gasping for air.