"About the Beller Labs business?"
He nodded. "I keep finding new angles in it. I try to guess what the reaction of the organized churches will be, and what political capital will be made. More likely than not the parties will take opposite stands. Somebody will dig up the fact that I used to be a National Liberal bigwig, and that'll enter into the situation. After a while it'll become so confused by side-issues that—" He stopped. "I don't sound very enthusiastic about this job, do I?"
"No," Lois said. "You don't."
"I guess I really haven't made up my mind where I stand," he said. "There are too many tangential things I don't know about yet."
"Like what?"
Harker shook his head. "I'm trying not to think about them. This is my day off, remember?"
On Monday he polished off his routine work early, by half-past-ten, and stepped out of his office. He walked down the beige corridor to the door inscribed William F. Kelly and knocked sharply.
"Bill? Me, Jim."
"Come on in, boy."