"Testing," the voice repeated.
"What you're testing," Orison said in a firm voice, "is my patience. Who are you?"
"Department of Treasury Monitor J-12," the male voice said. "Do you have anything to report, Miss McCall?"
"Where are you, Monitor?" she demanded.
"That's classified information," the voice said. "Please speak directly to your pillow, Miss McCall."
Orison lay down cautiously. "All right," she whispered to her pillow.
"Over here," the voice instructed her, coming from the unruffled pillow beside her.
Orison transferred her head to the pillow to her left. "A radio?" she asked.
"Of a sort," Monitor J-12 agreed. "We have to maintain communications security. Have you anything to report?"
"I got the job," Orison said. "Are you ... in that pillow ... all the time?"