"That's odd.... Do you suppose he knows about the Corby girl, too? Or—" Stanton dropped the interrogation; Madge shouldn't be made to think about it. The less she knew, trusted secretary or not, the better. "Skip it," he said abruptly. "Find out for me where they might be going on that level, their hangouts, haunts, and friends...."
Madge found the answers and got back on the line. "Three possible places, sir. Dewey's Bar and Grill, in Sector Three, Miss Grace Horton's Unit, and—"
"Lloyd's fiancee?!" Stanton interjected. "The one who attended the wrong Temple Service last night...."
"I believe she did, sir. We sent out a memo—"
"And she got it this morning! Of course!" said Stanton, exultantly. "And phoned Lloyd right afterwards!"
"I don't follow you, sir—" Madge said, blankly.
"Forget it," snapped the President. "I have all the information I need. And," he added, with belated gratitude, "thank you for calling me, Miss Benedict." He hung up without waiting for her reply.
Huddled over the desk in the dimness of his own office, Frank tore off the earphones, dropped them back into the hollow of the drawer, and re-closed the false bottom. He was out in the corridor again, headed toward Lennick's office, with seconds to spare when Stanton came out.
"Sir," Frank said, turning about and falling into step with him on the way back to the set, "I wonder if you'd care to finish the scene, or should we shoot around it?"
"Shoot around it," Stanton said. "I can't be bothered with the filming, today. Something's come up."