“And if it’s just envy, Doc, how come you ain’t out chopping off people’s arms?” I turned quickly to Kreizler, and could see that he hadn’t been ready for such a remark. But he’d long ago learned to control his reactions to anything a subject might say, and he only blinked once or twice without taking his eyes from Pomeroy. Jesse, however, was able to read into those blinks, and he sat back with a satisfied grin. “Yeah, you’re smart, all right,” he chuckled.
