"I wish you'd let the state police capture him," George said.
"I've got to get to him before they kill him," Sordman said.
"Andy, there are limits to what you can take! Smith has gone berserk. You connect with an insane man and you may shatter all over the place."
Sordman stroked his beard.
"Let him go," Lee said. "Can't you feel he has to do this?"
"Yes, but I won't admit it. I trained you, Andy. You're my life's work. I don't want you to wreck yourself."
Sordman nodded soberly. "I know, George. I'll take care of myself." He thought tender thoughts and tried to make them feel how much he loved them.
"Let's go," Lee mumbled. "Come on, George."
He closed the door gently. The window of the apartment overlooked the park. He stared at the thick trees and wondered where Smith was running under that green roof. Then he turned to the picture phone and punched out a number.
The screen lit. It was in full color, praise God.