"No." The doctor shuffled the papers in his hands. "That new fellow,
Grayson. Do you want to see him?"
"He's gone home," Manford said. "It'll take an hour to get him here.
Why not phonescreen him?"
They took the Director's suggestion. In a few minutes, the image of Dr.
Phil Grayson appeared on Phonescreen Four. He was a young man, with a
high, balding forehead and a rabbity mustache. He looked worried when
his home screen brought him the picture of the intense group around the
conference table.
"What is it?" he said.
"Just checking back on some records, Doctor," T.D. said smoothly.
"Remember the man you injected today? This fellow Spizer, for the
'Battle of the Sexes' Show?"