Burris looked shocked. "Malone, I'm the Director of the FBI," he said. "And if you insist on being disrespectful--" "Sorry," Malone murmured. "But--" "I am perfectly sane," Burris said slowly. "It's Senator Lefferts who's crazy. The only trouble is, he has evidence to show he's not." Malone thought about odd cases, and suddenly wished he were somewhere else. Anywhere else. This one showed sudden signs of developing into something positively bizarre. "I see," he said, wondering if he did. "After all," Burris said, in a voice that attempted to sound reasonable, "a paranoid has just as much right to be persecuted as anybody else, doesn't he?" "Sure," Malone said. "Everybody has rights. But what do you want me to do about that?" "About their rights?" Burris said. "Nothing, Malone. Nothing." "I mean," Malone said patiently, "about whatever it is that's going on." Burris took a deep breath. His hands clasped behind his head, and he looked up at the ceiling. He seemed perfectly relaxed. That, Malone knew, was a bad sign. It meant that there was a dirty job coming, a job nobody wanted to do, and one Burris was determined to pass off on him. He sighed and tried to feel resigned. * * * * * "Well," the FBI Director said, "the only actual trouble we can pinpoint is that there seem to be a great many errors occurring in the paperwork--more than usual." "People get tired," Malone said tentatively. "But computer-secretary calculating machines don't," Burris said. "And that's where the errors are--in the computer-secretaries down in the Senate Office Building. I think you'd better start out there." "Sure," Malone said sadly. "See if there's any mechanical or electrical defect in any of those computers," Burris said. "Talk to the computer technicians. Find out what's causing all these errors." "Yes, sir," Malone said. He was still trying to feel resigned, but he wasn't succeeding very well. "And if you don't find anything--" Burris began. "I'll come right back," Malone said instantly. "No," Burris said. "You keep on looking." "I do?" "You do," Burris said. "After all, there has to be _something_ wrong." "Sure," Malone said, "if you say so. But--" "There are the interview tapes," Burris said, "and the reports the congressmen brought in. You can go through those." Malone sighed. "I guess so," he said. "And there must be thousands of other things to do," Burris said. "Well--" Malone began cautiously. "You'll be able to think of them," Burris said heartily. "I know you will. I have confidence in you, Malone. Confidence." "Thanks," Malone said sadly. "You just keep me posted from time to time on what you're doing, and what ideas you get," Burris said. "I'm leaving the whole thing in your hands, Malone, and I'm sure you won't disappoint me." "I'll try," Malone said. "I know you will," Burris said warmly. "And no matter how long it takes--I know you'll succeed."