Simpkin was a big florid man with iron-gray hair, skeptical eyes and that indefinable look of political opportunism.
He came around his big desk to shake Lambert's hand. "Ah ... Lambert! Glad to see you, fella. I ought to get around to my Bureau Chiefs more often, but you know how hectic things are up here."
"I know, Mr. Secretary. I have something here of the utmost importance and—"
"Bureau of Racial Maturity, isn't it? I never did know exactly what you people do. Sort of progress records or something?"
"Of the utmost importance," Lambert repeated doggedly.
Simpkin smiled. "I hear that all day, but go ahead."
"I want to show you a chart. A historical chart of the Argonaut civilization." Lambert put the projector in position and plugged it in. He focused it on the wall screen.
