Morely peered inside, then thrust a hand in. For a moment, he groped around, then he pulled his hand out and looked at it. It was clean. He sniffed at his fingers, then turned away. "You may replace the pan, Fellow." He went into the living room, noting that the woman and three children were neat and in the proper attitudes of attention. One of the children was looking at him, wide-eyed. He saw that the child was clean and apparently healthy. In addition to the usual chairs, table, and divan, there were some bookcases which formed a small alcove around a combination desk and drawing table. Morely circled the bookcases, to stand before the desk. "What's this?" he demanded. He turned to a bookcase, to examine the titles. Most of the books were engineering texts and reference works. There were some standard works of philosophy and a few on psychology. None of the titles seemed to be actually objectionable. "I--" Graham started to speak, but Morely silenced him with an upraised hand. "Later," he said coldly. "Bond, has this been reported to you, and have you investigated?" Bond nodded. "Yes, sir," he said. "Graham is a design engineer, sir, and has been granted permission to do some research in his quarters. "He's commercially employed, sir, and it was a routine matter. His employer says he has been keeping his production quotas, no alteration to the apartment has been made, and no community property has been defaced. I'm told that several of Graham's designs have been of value in his plant. I didn't think--" "I see you didn't. What is this man working on now?" "A new type of communicator, sir. I don't know all the details." [Illustration] "Get them, Bond. Get them all, and give me a full report on his project and its progress tomorrow. Since this work is being done during time when the man is not working for his employer, he's using community time and the community becomes vitally interested in his results." Morely paused, looking at the bookcase again. "And, while we are on the subject," he added, "get me details on those previous designs you spoke of. It's quite possible the community has not been getting royalty payments to which it's entitled." He picked out a book, flipping over its pages for a moment, then replaced it and looked searchingly at Bond. "And get me a full inventory of this man's books and any equipment he may have." He turned on Graham. "Do you have purchase authorization and receipts for all of this?" "Yes, sir." Graham motioned toward the desk. "Very well. I shan't bother with that now. An investigating team can check that." Morely took a final glance at the half-finished schematic on the drawing board, then circled the bookcases again, to come out into the main room. "We'll inspect the rest of your quarters." * * * * * At last, Morely left the quarters area, followed by Bond. As they reached the helicopter, Morely turned, one hand on the door.