"So, what did you two do to my granddaughter?" Ektolaf Morad asked, examining the two men from behind his desk, sitting in the luxurious armchair. "I told Moira Amy wouldn't be coming tonight, and she expressed her concern. She hoped Amy could come tomorrow. So I want to know, gentlemen, will she be alright tomorrow?"
"We don't know," Martinus said. "But we hope so."
"You hope so?" Ektolaf asked. "I hope you performed experiments on my granddaughter based on something more than 'hope', young man. Because if you were careless with her life or health, you've got no chance of marrying her, compatibility or no."
"I had a theory," Martinus said. "Based on observations. I deduced the rest when she told me her story. When she came to me, her face changed, it was a confirmation of my theory. Ha
