The Skull

"What is this opportunity?" Conger asked. "Go on. I'm interested." The room was silent; all faces were fixed on Conger-still in the drab prison uniform. The Speaker leaned forward slowly. "Before you went to prison your trading business was paying well-all illegal-all very profitable. Now you have nothing, except the prospect of another six years in a cell." Conger scowled. "There is a certain situation, very important to this Council, that requires your peculiar abilities. Also, it is a situation you might find interesting. You were a hunter, were you not? You've done a great deal of trapping, hiding in the bushes, waiting at night for the game? I imagine hunting must be a source of satisfaction to you, the chase, the stalking-"