first the rest of the story.” Hoyt stared, reached weakly for the injector. Sweating himself now, the Consul held the instrument just out of reach. “Yes, in a second,” he said. “After the rest of the story. It’s important that I know.” “Oh, God, sweet Christ,” sobbed Hoyt. “Please!” “Yes,” gasped the Consul. “Yes. As soon as you tell me the truth.”
