The blood went to Jeff's head. "My business is television, if that's what you mean. What's this about?"
"Tell him, Kersey," the big man said, and stared out the window.
Kersey began, "You understand, I think, that you have come back in time. About six years back."
"That's a matter of opinion, but go on."
"I am general manager of Continental Radioptic Combine, owned by Mr. Dumont Bullen." He nodded toward the big man. "Chromatics have not yet been developed here in connection with radioptics. They are well understood in your time, are they not?"
"What's chromatics? Color television?"
"Exactly. You are an expert in—ah—colored television, I think."
Jeff nodded. "So what?"
The old man beamed at him. "You are here to work for our company. You will enable us to be first with chromatics in this time wave."
Jeff stood up. "Don't tell me who I'll work for."