"They may have changed their name—it's getting to be a fad nowadays. The son may have changed his name as a part of that cover-up of his past. Heaven only knows why not—"
"But we've got to split them up—whoever they are."
The C-S said: "Take hold of yourself. How are we going to separate eleven million married people? Didn't you ever hear of Stability?"
"Can't we publish a warning and order everybody out of the park?"
"And let everybody know about the Prog Building?" I said. "You keep forgetting Stability."
"Stability be damned! We can't let them have that conversation—and if they do anyway, we can't let them have that boy!"
Groating was really angry. He said: "You'd better go home and read through the Credo. Even if it meant the salvation of the Universe I would not break up a marriage—nor would I harm the boy."
"Then what do we do?"
"Have patience. We'll think of something."
I said: "Excuse me, sir—I've got an idea."