"Yeah. Great. Well, here we are." They had driven to the Long Island Spaceways Building which also housed the local office.
They got out and went into the building, up the elevator, down a corridor, and into an office suite.
Lansberg said: "I'll wait for you here. We'll get some coffee afterwards."
The redhead behind the front desk smiled up at Karnes.
"Go on in; he's expecting you."
"I don't know whether I ought to leave you out here with Georgie or not," Karnes grinned. "I think he has designs."
"Oh, goodie!" she grinned back.
My, my aren't we clever! His thought was bitter, but his face didn't show it.
Before he went in, he straightened his collar before the wall mirror. He noticed that his plain, slightly tanned face still looked the same as ever. Same ordinary gray-green eyes, same ordinary nose.
Chum, you look perfectly sane. You are perfectly sane. But who in hell would believe it?