as though it had been wiped clean, and Enderby's voice rang through it with unusual hollowness. His round face looked bare and weak without its glasses, which he held in his hand, while he mopped his smooth forehead with a flimsy paper napkin.
His eyes caught Baley just as the latter reached the door and his voice rose into a petulant tenor.
"Good God, Baley, where the devil were you?"
Baley shrugged off the remark and said, "What's doing? Where's the night shift?" and then caught sight of the second person in the office with the Commissioner.
He said, blankly, "Dr. Gerrigel!"
The gray-haired roboticist returned the involuntary greeting by nodding briefly. "I'm glad to see you again, Mr. Baley."
The Commissioner readjusted his glasses and stared at Baley through them. "The entire staff is being questioned downstairs. Signing statements. I was going mad trying to find you. It looked queer, your being away."
"My being away!" cried Baley, strenuously.
"Anybody's being away. Someone in the Department did it and there's going to be hell to pay for that. What an unholy mess! What an unholy, rotten mess!"
He raised his hands as though in expostulation to heaven and as he did so, his eyes fell on R. Daneel.
Baley thought sardonically: First time you've looked Daneel in the face. Take a good look, Julius!
The Commissioner said in a subdued voice, "He'll have to sign a statement. Even I've had to do it. I!"
Baley said, "Look, Commissioner, what makes you so sure that R. Sammy didn't blow a gasket all by himself? What makes it deliberate destruction?"
The Commissioner sat down heavily. "Ask him," he said, and pointed to Dr. Gerrigel.
Dr. Gerrigel cleared his throat. "I scarcely know how to go about this, Mr. Baley. I take it from your expression that you are surprised to see me."
"Moderately," admitted Baley.
"Well, I was in no real hurry to return to Washington and my visits to New York are few enough to make me wish to linger. And what's more important, I had a growing feeling that it would be criminal for me to leave the City without having made at least one more effort to be allowed to analyze your fascinating robot, whom, by the way," (he looked very eager) "I see you have with you."
Baley stirred restlessly. "That's quite impossible."
The roboticist looked disappointed. "Now, yes. Perhaps later?"
Baley's long face remained woodenly unresponsive.
Dr. Gerrigel went on. "I called you, but you weren't in and no one knew where you could be located. I asked for the Commissioner and he asked me to come to headquarters and wait for you."
The Commissioner interposed quickly. "I thought it might be important. I knew you wanted to see the man."
Baley nodded. "Thanks."
Dr. Gerrigel said, "Unfortunately my guide rod was somewhat off, or perhaps in my over-anxiety I misjudged its temperature. In either case I took a wrong turning and found myself in a small room - "
The Commissioner interrupted again. "One of the photographic supply rooms, Lije."
"Yes," said Dr. Gerrigel. "And in it was the prone figure of what was obviously a robot. It was quite clear to me after a brief examination that he was irreversibly deactivated. Dead, you might say. Nor was it very difficult to determine the cause of the deactivation."
"What was it?" asked Baley.
"In the robot's partly clenched right fist," said Dr. Gerrigel, "was a shiny ovoid about two inches long and half an inch wide with a mica window at one end. The fist was in contact with his skull as though the robot's last act had been to touch his head. The thing he was holding was an alpha-sprayer. You know what they are, I suppose?"
Baley nodded. He needed neither dictionary nor handbook to be told what an alpha-sprayer was. He had handled several in his lab courses in physics: a head-alloy casing with a narrow pit dug into it longitudinally, at the bottom of which was a fragment of a plutonium salt. The pit was capped with a shiver of mica, which was transparent to alpha particles. In that one direction, hard radiation sprayed out.
An alpha-sprayer had many uses, but killing robots was not one of them, not a legal one, at least.
Baley said, "He held it to his head mica first, I take it."
Dr. Gerrigel said, "Yes, and his positronic brain paths were immediately randomized. Instant death, so to speak."
Baley turned to the pale Commissioner. "No mistake? It really was an alpha-sprayer?"
The Commissioner nodded, his plump lips thrust out. "Absolutely. The counters could spot it ten feet away.