Doak looked up, startled. "Is there no privacy? Are there no sanctuaries?"
"Not from Security," Ryder said. "But don't be disturbed. There's no law against that yet excepting some of the old ones—and who has time for the old ones?"
"As long as we're being frank," Doak said, "he mentioned the old Fisher place and a road as though you should know them. Friends of yours?"
"Friends? That's our home town. Senator Arnold was very instrumental in my Department climb." Ryder paused. "And no crackpot."
"I'll buy that," Doak agreed. "He was the man who first saw the power in combining pressure groups. He surely made some strange bedfellows."
"Any lobbyist would be a strange bedfellow, I've been told," the Chief answered. "The Arnold Law has saved us one hell of a lot of work, Doak, and saved the Department money."
"Yes, sir," Doak said. "I'm to understand this couldn't be put off until Monday?"
Ryder nodded.
"And no other Security Officer would do?"
"No other."