Parr's mind dipped for information. "Whenever you wish to. At the beginning of every day. Will that be satisfactory?"
The listeners twisted uncomfortably, embarrassed by their doubt. "Now you're talkin'," the original critic said.
Parr cleared his throat heavily for effect. "The work day may be as long as fourteen hours, depending on the circumstances."
No questions, now.
"The literature will come already packaged and labeled. It will be delivered to the roof by helicopter, and your job will be to sort it and transfer it to trucks." He looked them over. "I will need you for approximately three weeks."
The pressure was still on his mind, not demanding, merely present. He writhed at it inwardly. Outwardly he was calm, his voice undisturbed.
"Hey, Mister," another of them said. "I'd like to get somethin' straight right now. You ain't havin' us to handle no explosives or somethin' dangerous like that, are you?"
It was an objection Parr had been prepared for. Scarcely thinking, he bent to the drawer and picked up the dummy parcel. He put it on the desk top.
"There is no danger. You will need no special instructions save to handle as you would normal mail. I have a sample package here." He bent over and stripped off a section of wrapping paper to permit them to see a stack of printed material.