“Sure,” Malone said. “Everybody has rights. But what do you want me to do about that?”
“About their rights?” Burris said. “Nothing, Malone. Nothing.”
“I mean,” Malone said patiently, “about whatever it is that’s going on.”
Burris took a deep breath. His hands clasped behind his head, and he looked up at the ceiling. He seemed perfectly relaxed. That, Malone knew, was a bad sign. It meant that there was a dirty job coming, a job nobody wanted to do, and one Burris was determined to pass off on him. He sighed and tried to get resigned.
“Well,” the FBI director said, “the only actual trouble we can pinpoint is that there seem to be a great many errors occurring in the paperwork. More than usual.”
“People get tired,” Malone said tentatively.
“But computer-secretary calculating machines don’t,” Burris said. “And that’s where the errors are, in the computer-secretaries down in the Senate Office Building. I think you’d better start out there.”
“Sure,” Malone said sadly.
“See if there’s any mechanical or electrical defect in any of those computers,” Burris said. “Talk to the computer technicians. Find out what’s causing all these errors.”
“Yes, sir,” Malone said. He was still trying to feel resigned, but he wasn’t succeeding very well.