Gogarty sat back in his chair, looking at me oddly. "You startled me," he complained. "Wills, what have I been trying to tell you? That's the whole point, boy! No, he didn't lose his legs twice. It was _five_ times!" I goggled at him. "But--" "But, but. But he did. Wait a minute--" he held up a hand to stop my questions--"just take a look through the folder. See for yourself." He waited while, incredulously, I finished going through the dossier. It was true. I looked at Gogarty wordlessly. He said resentfully, "You see what we're up against? And none of the things you are about to say would help. There is no mistake in the records--they've been double and triple-checked. There is no possibility that another man, or men, substituted for Zorchi--fingerprints have checked every time. The three times he lost his arms, retina-prints checked. There is no possibility that the doctors were bribed, or that he lost a little bit more of his leg, for instance, in each accident--the severed sections were recovered, and they were complete. Wills, _this guy grows new arms and legs like a crab_!" I looked at him in a daze. "What a fantastic scientific discovery!" I said. * * * * * He snorted. "Fantastic pain in the neck! Zorchi can't go on like this; he'll bankrupt the Company. We can't stop him. Even when we were tipped off this time--we couldn't stop him. And I'll tell you true, Wills, that platform was loaded with our men when Zorchi made his dive. You weren't the only Adjuster of the Company there." He picked a folded sheet of paper out of his desk. "Here. Zorchi is still in the hospital; no visitors allowed today. But I want you to take these credentials and go to see him tomorrow. You came to us with a high recommendation from the Home Office, Wills--" That made me look at him sharply, but his expression was innocent "You're supposed to be a man of intelligence and resourcefulness. See if you can come up with some ideas on dealing with that situation. I'd handle it myself, but I've got--" he grimaced--"certain other minor administrative difficulties to deal with. Oh, nothing important, but you might as well know that there appears to be a little, well, popular underground resentment toward the Company around here." "Incredible!" I said. He looked at me thoughtfully for a moment. "Well," he said, "it's quitting time. See you in the morning." I had a lonely dinner at the same cheap restaurant where I'd had my lunch. I spent an hour in my room with my Company-issued _Adjuster's Handbook_, looking for some precedent that had some sort of bearing on the case of a man who could grow new arms and legs. There wasn't anything, of course. I went out for a walk ... and still it wasn't nearly time for me to retire to bed.