"I _know_ he's at home!" Stanton growled, "I just left him there. Get him!" There was a short silence, then she spoke again. "I'm ringing him, sir. I don't think he's at home. No one answers." "You know what to do as well as I do!" he said impatiently. "Put a tracer on his Voteplate! See where he's gone to." Another pause; while Madge coded an inquiry and flashed it to the memory circuits of the enormous Brain beneath the Hive, and received the near-instantaneous reply. "Sir," she replied, "he's taken the lift to Ninety-Three-Level. The same place his son was seen." "That's odd.... Do you suppose he knows about the Corby girl, too? Or--" Stanton dropped the interrogation; Madge shouldn't be made to think about it. The less she knew, trusted secretary or not, the better. "Skip it," he said abruptly. "Find out for me where they might be going on that level, their hangouts, haunts, and friends...." Madge found the answers and got back on the line. "Three possible places, sir. Dewey's Bar and Grill, in Sector Three, Miss Grace Horton's Unit, and--" "Lloyd's fiancee?!" Stanton interjected. "The one who attended the wrong Temple Service last night...." "I believe she did, sir. We sent out a memo--" "And she got it this morning! Of course!" said Stanton, exultantly. "And phoned Lloyd right afterwards!" "I don't follow you, sir--" Madge said, blankly. "Forget it," snapped the President. "I have all the information I need. And," he added, with belated gratitude, "thank you for calling me, Miss Benedict." He hung up without waiting for her reply. Huddled over the desk in the dimness of his own office, Frank tore off the earphones, dropped them back into the hollow of the drawer, and re-closed the false bottom. He was out in the corridor again, headed toward Lennick's office, with seconds to spare when Stanton came out. "Sir," Frank said, turning about and falling into step with him on the way back to the set, "I wonder if you'd care to finish the scene, or should we shoot around it?" "Shoot around it," Stanton said. "I can't be bothered with the filming, today. Something's come up." Frank nodded and let his pace slacken, allowing the President to move away from him. After poising on his toes for an undecided second, he whirled and dashed toward Lennick's office. If young Bodger had been seen with Andra, in the same locale where the elder Bodger was now heading--or had even arrived--there was going to be an explosion. An explosion that might sweep Andra, the Bodgers, and the entire anti-Hive movement with it, when Stanton got the wheels of his office in motion. CHAPTER 11