He cut the switch and went back to Luci.
The phone rang again.
Luci said, gently, "I can find out what it is, darling. Here, take your drink and sit down."
"Leave it alone," said her husband. "No one has a right to call when I'm cranching. He knows that. He ought to know that."
The phone rang again. In a fury, Martel rose and went to the plate. He cut it back on. Vomact was on the screen. Before Martel could speak, Vomact held up his Talking Nail in line with his Heartbox. Martel reverted to discipline:
"Scanner Martel present and waiting, sir."
The lips moved solemnly: "Top emergency."
"Sir, I am under the wire."
"Top emergency."
"Sir, don't you understand?" Martel mouthed his words, so he could be sure that Vomact followed. "I .... am .... under .... the .... wire. Unfit, for ... Space!"