Matt regarded him shrewdly. "Yes. Crystal City. It may take generations to build, but we'll get it done."
There was a man approaching across the park. Matt recognized Nesbit.
"Hello, Matt," the palaeontologist called cheerily. "I brought you something to hang in your living room." He held out a framed picture.
Matt glanced at it in surprise. It was an original Rembrandt etching: the Goldweigher's Field.
"Thanks, Hi. I never thought I'd own a genuine Rembrandt. What have you decided about the palaeontologist exhibits in the museums?"
"They're better off left where they are right now. In time, maybe we can move them to Crystal City."
"Yes," Matt agreed. "Well, if I don't go in I'll be late for dinner." His face lengthened. "I don't want that to happen again."
Both men chuckled. Nesbit called after him, "Next time I go to the museum, I'll bring you one of Renoir's Nudes."
There had been a remarkable change in Nesbit, Matt reflected as he hurried across the grass. But it didn't take a psychologist to get to the bottom of the change.
There was the faintest hesitation in Matt's manner when he reached the door of his apartment. Then he squared his shoulders, and pushed inside.