Years of police work and interrogation had steeled the official. There was no surprise shown. "We handle those cases directly, Mr. ah—ah—"
"Florin Brite."
"Mr. Brite, there is a feeling of—uh—well, touchiness about such individuals so we handle their cases in confidence. I'm glad you came here—"
"Yes, you're quite delighted," Florin was no longer mild. "You're also quite amazed—for you had no idea that there were any corporation-men left after the 'purge', a very thorough purge, I might add."
"Now, see what I mean about touchiness? We were not responsible, not even involved in that mess. This new government is composed of citizens who merely wish stability and sanity. Co-operation is our keynote—"
"Cut it. I don't need the party platform, I've read your handbills. I just want to know, what about me?"
"Well, you will undoubtedly have to be put under some sort of protective custody. There is still strong feeling—"
Their tete a tete was interrupted by a rushing clerk shouting wildly.
"They did it! Universal Relief finally declared it a Class AA!"
The clerk was brandishing a sheet of paper, which he proffered to the Secretary, who took it with an expression of pleasure. His reading was interrupted by Florin's voice.