"Not yet," he said. "Not that I know of. But everyone that you've had
any contact with since you've been here is being checked thoroughly. And
since that includes the SRI cult, it'll get a very complete going-over."
I said, "Well, shucks, then. All I have to do is sit back and let you
fellows dig up the information I need."
"That, of course, depends on how the information is classified after
it's processed," Johnson corrected. "Maybe you can use it and maybe you
can't." He shrugged. "Well, I've got a whole new batch of questions here
for you. That's my job right now. Let's get at 'em."
* * * * *
After Johnson was gone and I again felt mentally empty, I turned to
Maxwell, who was pacing the floor restlessly: "Well, shall we go down
and set up your defense barrier again?"
"Let's take a walk," he said. "I've got a headache. Fresh air might
help."
"Suits me," I replied. "I know of a little bar seven or eight blocks
from here...."
I stopped because he was already going out the door, and I had to get up
from the chair, grab the defense mech and run after him.
He wasn't hurrying, just walking casually, but not waiting for anything.
In the elevator, on the way down, he said, "Those defense mechs. God
damn. I wish those defense mechs...."
I nudged him. The elevator operator was looking at him closely, and
there's no use taking any chances. He ought to know better.
He was out of the elevator as soon as the door opened at ground level.
He walked toward the front entrance. I had to run again to catch up
with him.
"Hey, what's the hurry?" I asked. "Can I come along too?"
He didn't answer, just kept walking. Looking straight ahead, still not
hurrying, but moving rapidly nevertheless. When we got outside, he
turned right and continued at the same steady pace.