"Why ... ah ... I've been working with a Mr. Gulver, a Bogan representative."
"And when will they be shipped?"
"Why, they went out a week ago. They'll be half way there by now. But look here, Retief, this isn't what you're thinking!"
"How do you know what I'm thinking? I don't know myself." Retief rang off, buzzed the secretary.
"Miss Furkle, I'd like to be notified immediately of any new applications that might come in from the Bogan Consulate for placement of students."
"Well, it happens, by coincidence, that I have an application here now. Mr. Gulver of the Consulate brought it in."
"Is Mr. Gulver in the office? I'd like to see him."
"I'll ask him if he has time."
"Great. Thanks." It was half a minute before a thick-necked red-faced man in a tight hat walked in. He wore an old-fashioned suit, a drab shirt, shiny shoes with round toes and an ill-tempered expression.