"Naturally, I—"
"The case was very simple. I wish citizens would realize that they cannot fight against the enormous resources of the C.D. We will destroy—"
The public-screen flashed urgently. Donovan excused himself and turned the knob. His brother-in-law's angry face switched into view.
"Donovan! That was a dirty rotten thing to do. What right did you have to denounce me to the C.D.? I should kill you for this!"
Donovan's bewilderment was genuine. He felt Crane's eyes upon him, and a thrill of admiration for Blascomb's genius suddenly swept through him.
"What do you want?" he managed to say.
"I've got to see you immediately. I'm downstairs, in back of the pilo-cab station."
"Later—"
"Now!"
The image snapped off. Donovan turned to the C.D. agent. "'Scuse me for a moment," he stammered, "some family trouble. I'll be back in a short while."