"Would you?"
"Could I do anything else?"
"The boy, too?"
"Where would he come into it, Andie?"
"You don't think that your feeling for the lad and your work could ever clash?"
"How could they ever clash, Andie?"
"I don't know, Greg. I hope not." He relit his neglected cigar. "But what else did the President have to say?"
"He said it was a bit of emergency work he wanted me for, that only the remnant of a small appropriation was available for it, and that if I took it I would be pitiably paid; but that he wished me to do it, because some day, and that not too far away, it might have to stand the test not of friends, but of enemies. Also he said—let me see——"
"That for foreign policy's sake it would have to be done quietly, without advertising, as a bit of departmental work?"
"That's it."