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            “But  that  wasn’t  the  end  of  it.  If  I  wouldn’t  do  Semotech’s
        bidding,  then  she  said  they  would  find  a  way  to  expose  my
        connection with them at some point during the confinement which
        would cause maximum damage to the project. I agonized over it, and
        finally decided that the best way to handle it would be to pretend to
        acquiesce to their demand, and then do nothing. They would have no
        way of knowing whether or not I had been a good little saboteur until
        the year was up, and then there would be nothing to find. What could
        they do to me? It was a bit of a strain going through the experiment
        with  you,  mindful  constantly  of  the  duplicity  in  which  I  was
        involved.”
            Larry Kapil shook his head. “You poor kid. What an awful burden
        to bear. And yet you remained loyal to us.”
            She lifted her head. “Yes, I did. I’m glad I did, and I don’t care
        who knows the truth now.”
            “You mean, like that lady detective out there?”
            “Yes,  she  knows  everything.  I  thought  she  was  just  going  to
        question me about food preparation in the Anthropod kitchen; that
        was one of my jobs, after all, and the poison was in Laurel’s beverage.
        I explained that all of us had access to the supply room—not to pass
        the blame, of course, but Laurel did prepare her own cup of Ovaltine.
        Others will attest to that, of course.” She looked around the room
        hopefully.
            “I can,” said Toro Batrakian. “I saw her spoon the stuff into her
        mug and add the hot water.”
            “Oh, thank you, Toro,” said Blanche, gazing at him with her great
        big  moony  eyes.  Was  she  falling  for  him?  The  dumb  guy  virtually
        oozed sex appeal. I had pegged her for a career-girl misanthropist,
        certainly not a potential victim of schoolgirl crushes.
            Waldo was unimpressed.  “How  did the  detective  find  out  about
        you?”
            “I’m not sure. Maybe just digging into my sordid past. Or it could
        be a tip from the Semotech people. The news is probably out on Dr.
        Reath’s death, by now. Semotech might be worried I assassinated her
        at their behest; if that were the case, they would want to deny it as
        quickly as possible.”




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