Corson ignored the jibe. "Listen, for Christ sake! This is murder! Can't you understand that?" "Of course, it's murder--in your room, with your knife. You'll have some explaining to do." King's face hardened. He became subtly remote, impersonal. His eyes turned cold as he began inserting flash-bulbs into his camera and snapping the room and the body from various angles. Frank Corson, out of his depth for sure now, stood helpless. Les King looked up from his work. "Well, don't just stand there, Doctor. You've got a murder to report. Get with it." As Corson turned helplessly toward the door, King grinned faintly. "Me, I'm just a free-lance photographer trying to make an honest buck." * * * * * Brent Taber stared icily down at Frank Corson and Les King. They looked up at him sullenly, looming over them as he did, from the position of authority. A little like two schoolboys being punished by the principal, they lowered their eyes. Defiantly, each told himself that he was a free citizen and didn't have to take this from Taber, even if he did represent governmental authority. Still, they sat and took it. "Of course," Taber said, "you have the universal alibi. You didn't know how serious this thing was. So far as you were concerned, you'd located a man with a reward on his head." He shook his head deprecatingly. "If we hadn't sent out a top-secret bulletin to all the big-city police chiefs to be on the lookout for this guy you'd have had it spread in some tabloid." "A person has a right to make a buck," King said stubbornly. "Oh, sure. Again the universal defense. Make the buck first and then think about your patriotic duty." "Patriotic duty, hell! There wasn't any as far as I was concerned. When I found out about that--What the hell did you call him? The android?--he was already dead." "And you'll do very well with the pictures you took." "They're my pictures." "The hell they are. We're confiscating them and you'll keep your mouth shut about this." "Then the people haven't got a right to know--" "Damn the people!" Brent snarled, and wished instantly that he hadn't said it. He didn't mean it, of course. He'd just been pressed too hard. In a sense, he was taking his own frustrations out on these two because they were handy. And yet, damn it all, he was right! Nobody gave a hoot for the welfare of the country! "You," he said, turning on Frank Corson. "In the course of your duty as a doctor, you came upon something very strange." "I wasn't sure!" "You found a man with two hearts. What should you have done as a doctor? Reported it through recognized channels. If you'd done that, do you realize we might have got word? We might have been able to act? We might have saved that creature's life. That may well have been the difference between life and death for this country. For this planet."