The salesman was finally excused, and Detrick sat alone with all the frustration and selfish scheming plain on his face. No, Amos thought, I'm not going to turn this drug loose on the world for a while. Not while there are people like Detrick around. There were no other pigeons on the window ledge except himself and Alice; the rest had stopped coming when Amos disappeared and the feeding ended. For that matter, they tended to avoid him and Alice, possibly because of the abnormal size, especially around the head, and the other differences. He noticed that Alice was changing the color of her feet again. Just like a woman, he thought fondly. "Come on, Pigeon," he said, "let's go somewhere else. This tightwad Detrick isn't going to give us anything to eat." End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Drug, by C.C. MacApp