"That might be destiny, you know," he said. "It might, very well, at that."
He crossed the room to stand in front of the cold fireplace, hands locked behind his back, silver head tilted to one side.
"Why are you so interested in destiny?" he asked.
"Because I found destiny," said Sutton.
XV
The face in the visiplate was masked and Adams spoke in chilly anger:, "I do not receive masked calls."
"You will this one," said the voice form behind the mask. "I am the man you talked to on the patio. Remember?"
"Calling from the future, I presume," said Adams.
"No, I still am in your time. I have been watching you."
"Watching Sutton, too?"