"Will you come to my office?"
"Why?"
"I'd like to discuss a business proposition."
"What's wrong with doing it over the visiphone?"
"This is confidential," Lawrence said.
"Something not exactly legal?" Black asked. "Big deal, eh? The Control Board again—oh, oh! You'd better see Standskill!"
Lawrence felt uneasy. "Are you—are you reading my mind?" he stammered.
"Sorry," the young man said, smiling faintly. "It's easier that way. I dislike physical movement on such warm days as this. And it's easier for me to pick up your proposal this way than to go through that beastly traffic."
"Then you know?"
"Certainly. I'm a psi so I can read your mind."