When there was no longer any movement, he sat up and open the man's , thrusting his fingers into the mouth and jerking out the artificial larynx. The next time he would hear Putsyn's real voice, and maybe that would trigger his memory.  
He crawled to the door and pulled himself up, leaning against the wall. By the time Putsyn moved, he had partial use of his leg.
 
"Now we'll see," he said. He didn't try to put anger in his voice; it was there. "I don't have to tell you that I can beat answers out of you."
 
"You don't know?" Putsyn laughed and there was relief in the sound. "You can kick me around, but you won't get your answers!"
 
The man had physical courage, or thought he did, and sometimes that amounted to the same thing. Luis shifted uneasily. It was the first time he'd heard Putsyn's actual voice; it was disturbing, but it didn't arouse concrete memories.
 
He stepped on the outstretched hand. "Think so?" he said. He could hear the fingers crackle.
 
Putsyn paled, but didn't cry out. "Don't think you can kill me and get away with it," he said.
 
He didn't sound too certain.
 
Slightly sick, Luis stepped off the hand. He couldn't kill the man—and not just because of the police. He just couldn't do it. He felt for the other gun in his pocket.
 
"This isn't a freezer," he said. "It's been changed over. I think I'll give you a sample."
 
Putsyn blinked. "And lose all chance of finding out? Go ahead."
 
Luis had thought of that; but he hadn't expected Putsyn to.
 
"You see, there's nothing you can do," said Putsyn. "A man has a right to protect his property, and I've got plenty of evidence that you broke in."
 
"I don't think you'll go to the police," Luis said.
 
"You think not? My memory system isn't a fraud. Admittedly, I didn't use it properly on Luise, but in a public I can prove that it does work."
 
Luis nodded wearily to himsel............