"I am not at all sure that there is any sanity data on those over 150 in statistical form. It would take me some time to be sure of any exact present correlation of mental erosion, as you call it, with age." Dr. Farrar reflected on the state of the file cases in the further corner. He wasn't at all sure, either, how much it was wise to tell this eager representative of The Company. (Mr. Brill always said it as if "The Company" were written entirely in capital letters.) There might be other angles. This increase in suicide, for instance. "You see," he went on, "Block Nineteen does not have a very high complement of psychiatrists. If the subjects get too difficult to handle, we usually send them to Mayhew Mental Observing Hospital and close their files here. We do chiefly physiological research here, you know. The older subjects seem to mistrust young psychiatrists and the more practical men seem to prefer working in places like the Mayhew where the material is more interesting." Maybe he could get rid of the man by offering a better bait. "The Company would be more than willing to offer the services of a couple of trained statistical analysts if you would like to put your unorganized material at our disposal for, shall we say, a week?" So that was the angle--let The Company in on the files where they would uncover a number of other interesting things--the suicides too, as the other subjects reacted to them. Now he'd have to take time off, at work on the _Hundred-and-Ten-Year-Old_ to dig about in the advanced data. One couldn't violate the privacy of the records, not at this moment, anyhow. "That won't be necessary, thanks. I could have some word for you in a couple of weeks--as soon as certain other matters are taken care of. I'd be interested in the results myself, naturally." And he would. There might be some clue to poor Clarice LePays and Forsythe and the earlier ones. A promise of figures soon would put Brill off temporarily. Now change the subject and close the talk. "I suppose you have to do a lot of odd investigating like this in the course of company work?" Dr. Farrar asked politely. "Yes, indeed, Doctor. Every event in the world is somehow connected with the insurance business. You might be interested to know that some of our men are now in Washington investigating space ship conditions. Confidentially, we shall probably soon be pushing a government subsidy for insurance for space crews and extra-territorial colonists. Sounds fantastic, doesn't it?" "I should say so. But I thought the _Colonia_ wasn't due to take off for another year. I rather lose track of world news in my job here."