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white smock emerged from a door. He started past me, spun—
"I'm here about the garbage," I said. "Damn fools will put the cans in with the edible. Are you the one called?"
"How's that?"
"I ain't got all the morning!" I shrilled. "You scientist fellers are all alike. Which way is the watchamacallit—equipment lab?"
"Right along there." He pointed. I didn't bother to thank him. It wouldn't have been in character.
A thin man with a brush mustache eyed me sharply as I pushed i