He was just falling asleep when the phone rang. He reached for it in the dark.
"Westing speaking."
"Mr. Westing? This is Miss Beyle from the Organization. We're calling up to see if there are any questions you may have."
"I'm afraid I don't. I'm trying to sleep."
"So early?"
"I felt like it."
"You must be terribly lonely. Why don't you come down to Headquarters for cakes and coffee? We're having a good time."
"Miss Beyle, I've done some canvassing myself. You're doing a good job but you've got the wrong man."
She laughed. It was a very pleasant laugh.
"Thank you, Mr. Westing. You sound like the kind of man we need. We've got a big job to do and there's a place here for you anytime you want it."