He seemed to have forced his way past Sally into the inner office.
Keller flashed a thought at Sally: **How does he look?**
**Not so hot,** she answered. **I didn't bother to scan much—don't want to lower myself to that depth—but he seems to be a big payer. He's impatient, though. And he wants everything run his way.**
Oh, fine, thought Keller. My first victim in three months, and it has to be the Big Shot type.
He made the usual Q-R opening; curtly and efficiently:
"Your name?"
"Uh—Harold Radcliffe."
"Why the hesitation?" But Keller had scanned it already. The man was simply cautious. He continued without letting Radcliffe answer:
"Age?" 33. "Occupation?" Hesitation: Salesman. "Residence?" After writing this and Radcliffe's telephone number down, he closed his grimy black notebook and sat back.
"And now, Mr. Radcliffe, why exactly did you come here?"