"Nothing but a hunch," said Orne. "Do you have a list of the guests who'll be here for the election party tomorrow?"
"We can get it. Why?"
"Check for women who mastermind their husbands in politics. Let me know how many and who."
"Lew, that's not enough to—"
"That's all I can give you for now, but I think I'll have more. Remember that ..." he hesitated, spacing his words as a new thought struck him "... the ... Nathians ... were ... nomads."
Day began early for the Bullones. In spite of its being election day, Bullone took off for his office an hour after dawn. "See what I mean about this job owning you?" he asked Orne.
"We're going to take it easy today, Lew," said Diana. She took his hand as they came up the steps after seeing her father to his limousine flitter. The sky was cloudless.
Orne felt himself liking her hand in his—liking the feel of it too much. He withdrew his hand, stood aside, said: "Lead on."
I've got to watch myself, he thought. She's too charming.