"Connect me with euthanasia files, please."
A moment later a dry voice said, "Files."
"Files, this is Acting Director Walton. I'd like a complete transcript of your computer's activities for yesterday morning between 0900 and 1200, with each separate activity itemized. How soon can I have it?"
"Within minutes, Director Walton."
"Good. Send it sealed, by closed circuit. There's some top-level stuff on that transcript. If the seal's not intact when it gets here, I'll shake up the whole department."
"Yes, sir. Anything else, sir?"
"No, that'll be—on second thought, yes. Send up a list of all doctors who were examining babies in the clinic yesterday morning."
He waited. While he waited, he went through the top layer of memoranda in FitzMaugham's desk.
There was a note on top which read, Appointment with Lamarre, 11 June—1215. Must be firm with him, and must handle with great delicacy. Perhaps time to let Walton know.