how they looked.

Jadiver straightened up. He hadn't fully recovered from his accident and
he was tired. And the artificial skin, no matter what they said, hadn't
been completely integrated to his body. It itched.

"Send the rest of them in, one at a time," he said as she went out.

It wasn't going to take long, for which he was grateful. Now that he
knew a spying device hadn't been surgeried into him, there were certain
aspects of the accident that demanded investigation.

* * * * *

Jadiver limped into the apartment. The chair unfolded and came to meet
him as he entered. He relaxed in the depths of it and called out for
food. Soon he had eaten, and shortly after that he dozed.

When he awakened, refreshed, he began the thinking he'd put off until
now. The fee from Burlingame was welcome. It was dangerous business, so
Jadiver had charged accordingly. Now his economic problem was solved for
about a month.

In the hospital he had been sure of a motive for the accident. It had
seemed simple enough: the police had planted a spying device in him.
However, since he had been examined thoroughly at Burlingame's and
nothing had been found, that theory broke down.

There was still another possibility--someone had tried to kill him and
had failed. If so, that put the police in the clear and he would have to
look elsewhere. He might as well start there.

He walked over to the autobath and began inspecting it. It wasn't the
one he'd been injured in. That had been removed and replaced by the
management. It would have helped if he had been able to go over the
original one.

The new autobath was much like the old, a small unit that fitted
decoratively into the scheme of the room, not much taller than an
upright man, or longer than a man lying down. The mechanism itself, and
there was plenty, was effectively sealed. Short of an atomic torch,
there wasn't any way to get into it.

Jadiver pryed and poked, but learned nothing. In response to the human
voice, it automatically provided all the services necessary to human
cleanliness, but there was no direct way to check on the involved
mechanism.

* * * * *

He finally called the firm that made it. The usual beautiful robot
answered: "Living Rooms, Incorporated. Can I help you?"

"Information," he said. "Autobath unit."

"Sales? New or replacement?"

"Service. I want to see about repairs."

"We have no repa