His voice, over the wire, cracked like a whip. "Sam?"
"Listen, I'm off duty. You got any idea what time—"
"You're wanted at the White House. Now."
"The White House? You mean—?"
"The White House. The President wants to see you."
"The President! Cut out the gags, will you? I'm in no—"
"I don't kid with reporters, Sam. On your way."
The phone went dead. I stood there staring stupidly at the receiver. Lois had to shake my arm to get my attention. "What did he want?"
"The President wants to see me."
"You're joking!"