Swenson was smiling cherubically and bringing his Master Chart up to date when O'Toole came in.
"Swenson, did you have eggs for breakfast? And how goes with the dispatch?"
Carefully noting the last change of ship position on the Master Chart, Swenson turned to O'Toole.
"Things are like so," he said, and drew a diagram.
While O'Toole was studying the diagram, Swenson placed a call to Moulton Trust. "Give me Esrov. Yes, Esrov himself. This is Swenson, Acme Interplanetary. If Esrov doesn't want to talk to me, jets to him, but I think I have some information he can use."
"Will you please hold on, Mr. Swenson? I will convey your message."
Swenson looked at O'Toole for a moment in silence. "No, I don't like eggs for eating. My theory concerns another aspect—"
"I know," said O'Toole resignedly.
Esrov's urbane voice came from the desk speaker. "Mr. Swenson, you have some information for us?"