"Get the clothes. Just don't bother me with details like this. Handle the job yourself, Malone—you're in charge out there. And get to Yucca Flats as soon as possible."
Malone gave up. "Yes, sir," he said.
"All right, then," Burris said. "Call me tomorrow. Meanwhile—good luck, Malone. Chin up."
Malone said: "Yes, sir," and reached for the switch. But Burris' voice stopped him.
"Just one thing," he said.
"Yes, chief?" Malone said.
Burris frowned. "Don't spend any more for the clothes than you have to," he said.
Malone nodded, and cut off.
When the director's image had vanished, he got up and went to the window of the hotel room. Outside, a huge sign told the world, and Malone, that this was the Thunderbird-Hilton-Zeckendorf Hotel, but Malone ignored it. He didn't need a sign; he knew where he was.