Thornberry bridled. "The same, especially if I do it."
"Good. So now you need a doctor to drug the ones who need it, a psychologist to decide who gets what, one machine moved and one technician." Bennington snapped on his intercom, said to his secretary, "Get Judkins in here."
"Yes, sir!"
The word seems to be getting around, Bennington decided, but this will take a moment.
He started on his next problem. "Have you ever inspected the prison grounds at night?"
"No, sir! That is Slater's duty!"
Thornberry was again the proper bureaucrat, horrified at the thought of invading another's domain.
"Judkins here," came from the intercom.
"Bennington speaking. You know the corridor between the reception and interview rooms in The Cage?"