And a statement from David Klaus, too, evidently released by Mitchison: "The Janson case proves that the Beller technique can be a dangerous and destructive instrument in the wrong hands." He recognized Mitchison's blunt word-sense, the equating of _technique_ and _instrument_. At half past one he made his way to a public phonebooth, sealed himself in, snapped on the privacy-shield, and called the operator. "I'd like to make a charge-account call to Albany." She took his name and home phone, assured him that the call would be billed to his account, and put him through to the Governor's mansion. A relay of secretaries passed him along to Winstead. The booth's screen was small, a seven-incher, and definition was poor. Even with that handicap, though, Harker could see the rings around Winstead's eyes. New York's Governor obviously had had little sleep the night before. "I got your message, Leo. What goes?" Winstead said, "You know about Thurman and his stand on reanimation, don't you?" "Of course. Thurman visited the lab yesterday." "And then proceeded to issue a series of statements blasting your project," Winstead said. The Governor looked like a man about to explode from conflicting tensions. In a tight-strung voice he said, "Jim, we held a caucus on the Thurman situation last night. First let me tell you that the Nat-Libs have decided to issue a public statement praising your outfit and asking for careful consideration of reanimation." Harker smiled. "It's about time someone said he was on our side." "Don't break your arm patting your back," Winstead warned. "The Amer-Cons forced our hand. It took all night for us to agree to support you. A lot of us aren't in favor of reanimation at all." "And a lot of you aren't in favor of anything I'm in favor of," Harker said crisply. "But what's this about Thurman, now?" "He's killing us! How can we come out pro-reanimation when the elder patriarch of our party is issuing statements condemning it?" Harker shrugged. "I'll admit you have a problem." "Any such inconsistency would make us look silly," Winstead said. "Jim, would you do us a favor?" The idea of doing favors for the party leaders who had summarily expelled him less than a year ago did not appeal to him. But he said, in a cautious voice, "Maybe. What do you want?" "We haven't approached Thurman directly yet. We'd like you to do it." "Me?" Winstead nodded. "Go down to Washington and appeal to the old gorilla's sense of sentiment. Plead with him to come back to the fold. Thurman was once very high on you, Jim. Maybe he still is." Harker said, "I saw Thurman yesterday and he wasn't running over with sentiment. He came, he saw, and he condemned. What more can I say to him?"