"You both there?" a man's voice asked, then, without waiting for an answer, continued: "... Good!.... Fetzer's my name. Albert Fetzer. Remember me, Dr. Brill?"
"I regret to say—"
"That's O.K. It was a long time ago—when I was GI-ing my way through electrical engineering at Western. You gave me a lot of card tests. I did pretty well, too—damm-it!"
"I'm sorry."
"None of us blames you anymore. We were kind of bitter at first—now we're glad you're here."
"Glad?"
"Sure. We've got a lot of things figured out, but there's still a lot more we don't get. You could be a big help to us."
"I sincerely hope so, but—"
"But, nothing, Doc. It looks like they're really giving you the orientation business—like they need you and are going all the way this time!"
Lucifer's tongue felt dry, and difficult to maneuver. He was grateful that Fetzer didn't seem to expect an answer.