"Ah—yes. Yes." Ferris puffed himself out. Then he put an arm around Fraser's shoulder. "If you aren't busy," he said, "maybe we could go have lunch."
"Thanks," said Fraser. "I'd like to talk to you about a few things."
He lingered for a moment after Ferris had left the room. "I imagine this is goodbye for us," he said.
"Well, so long, at least. We'll probably hear from each other again." Kennedy shook Fraser's hand. "No hard feelings? I did go to a lot of trouble for you—wangling your introduction to Ferris when you'd named him, and having one of my men persuade him to come here. And right when I'm so infernally busy, too."
"Sure," said Fraser. "It's all right. I can't pretend to love you for what you've done, but you aren't a bad sort."
"No worse than you," said Kennedy with a short laugh. "You've used the machine for your own ends, now."
"Yeah," said Fraser. "I guess I have."
SWORSKY asked, "Why do you insist on calling me from drugstores? And why at my office? I've got a home phone, you know."
"I'm not sure but that our own lines are tapped," said Fraser. "Kennedy's a smart cookie, and don't you forget it. I think he's about ready to dismiss me as a danger, but you're certainly being watched; you're on his list."