"All right, then." The President unbent and said plaintively: "I don't see why you can't all be more reasonable. I'm a very reasonable man. I don't see why I can't have a few pleasures along with my responsibilities. Really I don't. And I'm sensitive. I don't _like_ these scenes. Very well. That's all. The Cabinet meeting is adjourned." They rose and left silently in the order of their seniority. The President noticed that the panels were still down and pushed the button that raised them again and hid the granite-faced Secret Servicemen. He took out of his pocket a late Morrison fingering-piece and turned it over in his hand, a smile of relaxation and bliss spreading over his face. _Such_ amusing textural contrast! _Such_ unexpected variations on the classic sequences! * * * * * The Cabinet, less the Secretary of Defense, was holding a rump meeting in an untapped corner of the White House gymnasium. "God," the Secretary of State said, white-faced. "Poor old Willy!" The professionally gruff Secretary of Public Opinion said: "We should murder the bastard. I don't care what happens--" The Director of the Budget said dryly: "We all know what would happen. President Folsom XXV would take office. No; we've got to keep plugging as before. Nothing short of the invincible can topple the Republic...." "What about a war?" the Secretary of Commerce demanded fiercely. "We've no proof that our program will work. What about a war?" State said wearily: "Not while there's a balance of power, my dear man. The Io-Callisto Question proved that. The Republic and the Soviet fell all over themselves trying to patch things up as soon as it seemed that there would be real shooting. Folsom XXIV and his excellency Premier Yersinsky know at least that much." The Secretary of the Treasury said: "What would you all think of Steiner for Defense?" The Director of the Budget was astonished. "Would he take it?" Treasury cleared his throat. "As a matter of fact, I've asked him to stop by right about now." He hurled a medicine ball into the budgetary gut. "Oof!" said the Director. "You bastard. Steiner would be perfect. He runs Standards like a watch." He treacherously fired the medicine ball at the Secretary of Raw Materials, who blandly caught it and slammed it back. "Here he comes," said the Secretary of Raw Materials. "Steiner! Come and sweat some oleo off!" Steiner ambled over, a squat man in his fifties, and said: "I don't mind if I do. Where's Willy?" State said: "The President unmasked him as a traitor. He's probably been executed by now." Steiner looked grim, and grimmer yet when the Secretary of the Treasury said, dead-pan: "We want to propose you for Defense."