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. This other matter was more important, he told himself. Or maybe it was because he already knew the answer.
"What specific questions did Dr. Brisbane ask you about Snaga Ohme?" Rowan persisted patiently. Raoul fluttered his hands. "It was all so ... dreadful and confused. That hideous gown. I was not my accustomed sell if you 'know what I mean." He glanced at them from the corners of his eyes.
"We get the idea," Xris said wryly.
Raoul sighed, attempted to concentrate. "I believe that the dreadful female kept asking me if Snaga Ohme had ever given me any sort of injections. If he had used me for any sort of tests or experiments."
"And did he?" Rowan sat forward, interested.
"No." Raoul looked bewildered. "Why would he? My late employer, Snaga Ohme, was a purveyor of weaponry. What had I to do with such onerous devices as bombs and tanks?"
"What indeed ...."Rowan murmured. "You told Dr. Brisbane this?" "Yes." "And ..."
"She did not appear to believe me. It was at that point that she announced that she was going to terminate me." Raoul shuddered delicately.
"But she didn't," Xris said.
"I don't believe so." Raoul was forced to consider the matter.
"Did she give you any reason why?"
"The only thing she gave me was an extremely powerful sedative. At which point," Raoul added gravely, "I began to feel much better."
"I'll bet you did," Xris muttered
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