"She is pretty, isn't she!" Gwyn's acid tones cut through his thoughts.
Morrow noticed, then, that the cover-girl's costume was not only skin-tight, but there wasn't much of it. He grinned wordlessly, then thumbed through the rest of the magazine. Its pages hardly registered on his mind. He was beginning to form an idea....
By the end of the following week, Morrow had convinced everyone at the labs that he was a heel. But that wasn't all. He also felt like a heel.
It began the first day, with Borgesdorf. Alec Borgesdorf was chief of the Research Division. He sent word for Morrow to drop into his office. When Morrow walked in, he saw his letter of resignation on the desk. Borgesdorf was grinning and frowning at the same time.
"What the hell is this, Bill?" he asked good-naturedly.
"What's it look like, 'Greetings from the President?'" Morrow retorted.
Borgesdorf's grin faltered. His frown turned to amazement. "Well holy cow, Bill!" he exclaimed. "What's the trouble? Why're you quitting?"
"I'm quitting this whole blasted mess!" Morrow said flatly. "Does that answer your question?"
"Wh—well, yes, if you say so. But—you know what this means, Bill! Why?"