"How's everything coming, Dr. Leibowitz?" Malone said. Leibowitz shrugged meaningfully. "All right," he said. "I called you to tell you about that, by the way. We've managed to cut the per-car time down somewhat." "That's wonderful," Malone said. "It's now down to about four hours per car--and that means we may be able to do even better than running one off the line every fifteen minutes. At the moment, fifteen minutes is about standard, though, with sixteen cars in the line." "Sure," Malone said. "But anything you can do to speed it up--" "I understand," Leibowitz said. "Of course, I'll do anything that I can for you. I have got a small preliminary report, by the way." "Yes?" "The first car has just been turned off the assembly line," Leibowitz said. "And I'm afraid, Mr. Malone, that there's nothing odd about it at all." "Well," Malone said, "we can't expect to hit the jackpot with our first try." "Certainly not," Leibowitz said. "But the second should be off soon. And then the rest. I'm keeping my eye on every one, of course." "Fine," Malone said, and meant it. Leibowitz was the kind of man who inspired instant, and complete trust. Malone was perfectly sure he'd do the job he had started to do. Then an idea struck him. "Has the first car been reassembled yet?" he asked. "Of course," Leibowitz said. "We took that step into account in our timing. What would you like done with it--and with the other ones, as they come off?" "Unless you can find something odd about a car, just return it to its owner," Malone said. "Or pass the problem on to the squad men--they'll take care of it." He paused. "If you do find something odd--" "I'll call you at once, of course," Leibowitz said. "Good," Malone said. "Incidentally, I did want to ask you something. I don't want you to think I'm doubting your work, or anything like that. Believe me." "I'm sure you're not," Leibowitz said. "But," Malone said, "why does it take so long? I'd think it would be fairly easy to spot a robotic or a semirobotic brain capable of controlling a car." "It might have been, once." Leibowitz said. "But these days the problems are rather special. Oh, I don't mean we can't do it--we can and we will. But with subminiaturization, Mr. Malone, and semipsionic circuits, a pretty good brain can be hidden beneath a coat of paint." For no reason at all, Malone suddenly thought of Dorothy again. "A coat of paint?" he said in a disturbed tone. "Certainly," Leibowitz said, and smiled at him. It was a warm smile that had little or nothing to do with the problem they were talking about. But Malone liked it. It made him feel as if Leibowitz liked him, and approved of him. He grinned back. "But a coat of paint isn't very much," Malone said.