"No. That's dangerous. Keep to the old style, but revamp the content. We're rolling along, now. What's new from the pollsters?"
"Fifty percent swing to Popeek. You're the most popular man in the country, as of noon. Churches are offering up prayers for you. There's a move afoot to make you President of the United States in place of old Lanson."
"Let Lanson keep his job," Walton chuckled. "I'm not looking for any figurehead jobs. I'm too young. When's the next Citizen due?"
"At 1500. We're keeping up hourly editions until the crisis is over."
Walton thought for a moment. "I think 1500's too early. The Dirnan arrives in Nairobi at 1530 our time. I want a big splash in the 1600 edition—but not a word before then!"
"I'm with you," Percy said, and signed off.
A moment later the annunciator said, "There's a closed-circuit call for you from Batavia, sir."
"From where?"
"Batavia. Java."
"Let's have it," Walton said.