"Wonderful—a ship like this!"
"I've forgotten your last name."
"Chris."
"Oh. I don't believe I've had the pleasure—?"
The man held out his hand. "We've met. It was long ago, though."
Colonel Calm had the momentary sensation of remembering. Seen him somewhere—that's a fact.
Chris was smiling. "My being along was arranged late."
"I see."
"You'll want to look over my papers, perhaps? My orders, I should say."
"Yeah. White House stuff?"