"Jones," the man supplied, smiling. "I know that, Mrs. Bennet, but I
also know that you're going to Arcturus to obtain one. I'd like to talk
to you about that, confidentially of course."
* * * * *
She was certain of it now. He knew her name and spoke about a divorce
no one but she knew of. "I'm sorry," she said coldly, turning her head
away to indicate that as far as she was concerned the interview was at
an end, "I gave no one to understand that. I'm accompanying my husband
on a business trip. Now, if you'll please--"
"Nevertheless," the man insisted, "your intentions are plain, perhaps
not to others or even your husband--but to us, very clear. Let me be
frank, Mrs. Bennet. I represent an organization which can be of great
benefit to you, providing you help us by accepting our standard plan."
"Your organization?" she questioned.
The man waved a vague hand. "The organization is of necessity nameless.
However, it is quite effective. In fact, the only way you've heard of
us, without realizing it, is through the effects we produce for our
clients."
"What sort of--effects?"
"I promised to be frank, Mrs. Bennet. I shall. Your husband is an
android, and you hate him for that reason and for others."