Chapter 7 - Plague
DR. FELDMAN LEANED back from his microscope and lighted another bracky weed. He glanced about the room and sighed wearily. Maybe he’d been better off when he had no friends and couldn’t risk the safety of others in an effort to do research that was the highest crime on two worlds.
The evidence of his work was hidden thirty feet beyond his former laboratory in Jake’s village, with a tunnel that led from another root-cellar. The theory was the old one that the best place to avoid discovery was where you had already been discovered. If their spies had identified his former hangout, they’d never expect to have him set up research nearby. It was a nice theory, but he wasn’t sure of it.
Jake looked up from a cot where he’d been watching the improvised culture incubator. “St
