"I called while you were gone," said Burlingame. "I know about the hospital; however, I don't think my work will be strenuous. Perhaps you'd come over and we'll discuss it." "I'll take the chance I can help you." "Good." Vicon Burlingame gave him the address before fading out of the screen. Jadiver dressed slowly. Weak, but better than he expected. Physically, his recovery was far advanced. It wasn't he who was taking a chance, of course; it was Burlingame. Jadiver had warned him and if Burlingame was willing to risk it, that was up to him. Before he left, Jadiver checked his office. A few calls in the last week, but nothing important. It was a routine check and he gave the robot routine instructions. A tiny thing, that office, located on the ground floor of a building fronting a principal thoroughfare. A space large enough for a client to sit down, if one should come, which wasn't often. Behind the desk was the upper half of a robot. Tiny though the office was, it was not inexpensive, and the business that passed through it was barely enough to pay the rent. There were other advantages in maintaining it, though. As long as he had a business address, he was spared certain legal embarrassments. * * * * * Five minutes later, he was greeted by Vicon Burlingame. "Come in." Jadiver did so. Burlingame silently studied Jadiver closely. "Maybe you're tired," he said at last. "A little sun would relax you." "It might," agreed Jadiver. "This cloudy Venus." "It's not so bad when you're home," said Burlingame. "But public places are bad for ultraviolet." He indicated the next room. "The lamp is in there." Jadiver went in and began to remove his clothing. Before he finished, a little man came in, nodding silently at Jadiver. Without comment, Jadiver stood in front of the machine. While the little man methodically examined him, his clothing disappeared. The little man looked up at the end of the intensive investigation. "You'll do," he said. "Clear?" asked Jadiver. "Clear as the atmosphere of the Moon. We were afraid they'd planted you while you were in the hospital, but we decided to take the chance." For the first time since the accident, Jadiver felt relaxed. "Thanks, Cobber. I was hoping to contact someone to check it for me." Cobber shrugged. "Who can you trust? If you go to a doctor good enough to find a gadget that small, what is he? A high-powered professional and he's got his problems. He sees something inside and smiles and says you're fine and charges you a fat fee. Even if he tells you that you've been planted, there's nothing you can do. No one's going to cut it out--not while the police can hear everything through it." "Thanks for taking the chance." Burlingame came in smiling confidently. "Now we can talk," he said. Behind him were three other men Jadiver had never seen. "Where are my clothes?" Jadiver wanted to know.