The robot had been right.
He reached out to the visor, pushed the signal for the lobby desk.
Ferdinand's face came in.
"Anyone waiting down there for me, Ferdinand?"
"Not a soul," said Ferdinand.
"Anyone asked for me?"
"No one, Mr. Sutton."
"No reporters? Or photographers?"
"No, Mr. Sutton. Were you expecting them?"
Sutton didn't answer.