"It's a theory," said Burlingame. "You can't touch banks or financial institutions. Too many electronic safeguards, robots, and what have you. In order to get past that kind of equipment, you have to be a top-notch scientist—and one that can do better at a top-notch job.
"Now, who's got money? The rich, and they want to show it off wherever they go. Naturally they take precautions, too, but people are always involved and that's the weakness. You can build a machine that does one thing perfectly, but people make mistakes—they get rattled. Teamwork can take advantage of it. A feint here, and a block there, and before anyone knows what's happening, we're through their defenses. With, of course, their money."
Jadiver looked at him, at his handsome, ruddy, respectable face. "You played football?"
Burlingame grinned. "Twenty-five years ago."
"It's changed. You wouldn't recognize it now."
"Perhaps not. But the principle is still the same, and it's the principle that pays off."
Jadiver stood up. "I'd better get started. Where do I work?"
"Here," said Burlingame. "We have the tools ready for you."
"Mind if I look at the setup?"
"Go ahead."