One corner of Reginald's mouth twitched in appreciation. "Yes I believe you will," he said. Another nod.
"There was some communication with them," he said, "but over a computer, or that damned robot while I was indisposed. When I was well again, that thing simply disappeared -- and it was much like it was here. They were a little more consistent is all. Every day I had a slew of tests -- nothing physical, you understand. Mental. Logical. Puzzles, memory games, that sort of thing. Scores upon scores of them." He hadn't minded that actually. It had been good for him. Leaving his mind at rest had been . . . unfavorable.
"I'd like to ask you some questions now," he said. "We can go back to me later -- and we should. But first I should like some answers." He shifted slightly, turning his head in contemplation of her. "I've been reading the network all day. Why don't you summarize for me? The bits you think are most important, if you would." He did not say he felt a certain sense of urgency in the matter but, he did. Did he ever.