gasp. "Not
algetin, I am quite familiar with that, and you have already given me
an excellent demonstration of eroticine." She studied labels on
various little jars, again taking her time, stretching his anticipation
and fear. "We can also eliminate these, I think, as they are primarily
for medical purposes; my medic can handle them, if necessary. That
still leaves quite a selection, however. Hmm, this looks interesting."
She filled a syringe, turned to him. "Hallucinogens are not really too
useful as interrogation drugs, because of both their primary function
and their unpredictability. But I cannot resist one called 'demon
drops' and described as causing both hallucinations and rapid mood
changes--so you get to try it."

"Keep that hell-stuff away from me!"

"There is no point in fighting, you know," Cortin said as she
approached him. A light coming on caught her attention; she raised a
hand in greeting to whoever had entered the observation room, surprised
when she saw the clock at how long she'd been working. She dismissed
that, though, and made the injection in spite of her subject's
ineffectual struggles. As she'd told him, there was absolutely no
point in fighting when you were shackled by wrists and ankles, but she
had no real objection if one of her subjects wanted to; it merely
emphasized their relative positions. "There--now we will see what
happens."

"You go straight to Hell, Bitch!"

"Your colleagues tried to send me there once," Cortin reminded him with
a smile. "Now I return the favor, more successfully. Should that be
my destination, I have excellent reasons to believe you will be there
waiting for me." There was nothing more she could do until the drug
took effect, which according to the label should be quickly, but even a
brief time should be enough to see who the observer was.

Bradford greeted her as she entered the dimly-lit room with its large
window of one-way glass. "Lieutenant Powell didn't have very much
except what he already told you--that was one reason you got him to
practice on, after all--so I thought I'd come down and watch for a bit.
What'd you give him?"

"Demon drops." Cortin shrugged. "I know hallucinogens aren't
recommended--but I learned a long time ago to play my hunches, and I
think this'll break him."

"I was curious, not objecting," Bradford said mildly. "I've never had
any luck with it, but others have; I don't argue with what works."

"I hope thi